Let the sneezing begin!

Stuffed up nose... itchy skin... watery eyes... sneezing mouth... Yes, that's right: Harvest began unceremoniously two days ago, and I feel like I got hit with a truck, full of grain no less.

Harvest is a weird experience of farming, it is a joyfull event because all of your hard work culminates to this event, and you get the big payoff. Or you'd hope that, at least. 14+ hour work days means that you aren't getting the usual amount of time to relax and sleep, but getting more money makes up for that.

Harvest is also one of the occasions where every task is dropped and everyone pitches in. Every worker on the farm is at one single field, operating the combines, grain cart, or the semis. It gives you a sense of togetherness, and you don't feel quite as alone as you would if you were farming a field.

This season has a slight somber feeling to it as well, because our crops were damaged due to the freeze in May. It was like what my dad said: What we have is supermodel wheat; It looks good, but there is nothing in the head.

So if you were wondering why I haven't done much communicating in the past few days, this is why.