harvesting the moon

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November 2016 “super moon” 


 

I remember the harvest moon when we still picked corn. My husband’s father hunkered inside the tractor-mounted picker on a clear October night. He throttled ahead, pushing the machine’s snouts into the rows of dry corn, stripping off ears, spitting them into the trailing wagon and leaving bent stalks in its wake. At the end of the field, the satisfied farmer unhitched his full wagon by pulling a rope and riding ahead to wait.

Raised as city girl and college-educated, I learned to drive tractor and maneuver an empty wagon behind the picker, unhitch, then turn to back tractor in front of full wagon. It was like a mechanical dance when performed smoothly. I’d hop down and run to lift tongue of empty wagon in line as picker slowly backed to it until holes lined up and I could drop hitch pin into place. Dad turned machine back into standing corn for next pass across field where my husband met him with another empty wagon.

After hitching up full wagon, I’d climb back on tractor, and haul my load to a corn crib; one of our round wire cribs or a wooden-slat shed. I drove straight past the folded elevator; dismounted to lower heavy hopper to ground. Climbed on tractor again to back the wagon against hopper and raise wagon box with hydraulic hoist, tipping it back.  A utility tractor ran the elevator as I reached over to open/close the wagon’s small back door to allow rolling corn ears to fall into the hopper at my feet. A moving chain with metal flights carried the corn up, up, up to top of roof where it dumped ears into open crib.

I wore earplugs to deaden the noise, my skin chafed in the cold wind, my eyes protested the dust and my body fought fatigue after an already long day of harvest (switching wagon, hauling load, emptying wagon, repeat).  But to witness an abundant crop under a beautiful moon felt like God smiling his blessing on us.
 

shadow hides raccoon

full moon rises on cornfields

kernels of plenty

 

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mish
    Nov 18, 2016 @ 15:10:53

    I have always loved this scene..the farmers harvesting with their giant machinery lighting up the field, accompanied by the moon, though I am the one in the car driving by. It gives me a feeling of appreciation for how our food gets to the table, the strenuous work involved at all hours. One of my son is an organic farmer…I’ve seen how hard he works.

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  2. Bodhirose
    Nov 16, 2016 @ 22:49:02

    A beautiful blessing of gratitude, Lynn! It seems city girls can learn to be country girls. 🙂

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  3. writerwannabe763
    Nov 16, 2016 @ 21:15:47

    I have never see how corn is harvested and always wondered how a machine could go through without crushing the corn… How well you remember… Diane

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  4. sarahsouthwest
    Nov 16, 2016 @ 12:13:14

    Wow – working by moonlight, tough but wonderful if you get chance to pause and take it all in.

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  5. Brian
    Nov 16, 2016 @ 00:55:49

    Thanks for sharing your harvest story. It’s important work and often overlooked.

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 22:31:26

    Hard work no doubt, but it sounds idyllic.

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  7. paulscribbles
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 15:51:12

    Wonderful stuff…beautiful haiku

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  8. whippetwisdom
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 12:32:07

    A wonderful rich harvest and beautiful haiku :o)

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  9. katiemiafrederick
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 12:02:08

    God is the Moon
    God is the Harvest
    God is the Sun
    and that
    my FriEnd
    Lynn..
    is liGht
    enough for me..:)

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  10. Grace
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 11:21:07

    I have not experienced this Lynn but to till and nurture the land until it gives us abundance is a blessing indeed ~ A marvel to witness indeed ~

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  11. kanzensakura
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 08:43:09

    I remember my grandparents working at night as well and then later, my own parents. That feeling of plenty can’t be beat. Love the “country” haiku with raccons and kernels of plenty.

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  12. Bryan Ens
    Nov 15, 2016 @ 07:26:44

    Sounds like an exhausting, and yet fulfilling day. Yes! A God blessed day indeed!

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  13. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Nov 14, 2016 @ 23:49:40

    I do love the thought of a harvest moon that really brings a harvest

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