Son Up to Son Down
June 30, 2021
Wheat harvest is rapidly approaching and I often get sentimental this time of year. There’s something magical about it. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the rush of adrenaline when equipment starts heading to the fields. I love the way the wheat dust settles in with the sunset, the roar of the grain elevator heard from a distance and the lights of the combine turning on like lighthouses on the shore. It’s a fast-paced, busy, non-stop ride that we somehow look forward to with both excitement and apprehension.
I was not a farm kid. We had a small head of cattle when I was growing...