I was delegated to steer Snort'n Nort'n around the field while J. loaded on bales.
Although I've driven many a "stick shift" truck I don't find Ole Nort'n user friendly. The seat likes to stay in the far back position which suits J. and D. with their long legs. I feel that I need to wind myself around the steering column in order to reach the clutch.
I bumped and lurched over the rough ground, trying to choose the easiest course amongst the scattered hay bales. This photo, taken through the truck windshield, shows the corn field after the combine made several rounds. The sky to the north was blue, but there was a distinctly unsettled feel to the windy day.
In the kitchen I packaged and labeled herbs dried in the oven on its lowest settings.
These were tucked into a box of goodies G. mailed off to her daughter in Colorado.
Note the packet included for Smokey the Cat!
The herb garden looked tired and bedraggled at the end of summer's heat, but has responded beautifully to rain and cooler, sunny days.
I wonder if the scents and flavors are a bit milder than earlier in the gardening season.
The kitchen still holds the fragrance from the trays of herbs spending time in the warm oven--and my cats have sampled the catnip and approved.
By late afternoon the corn plot had been shorn of its ears and the empty stalks rustled stiffly in the wind.
Pebbles grazed, ignoring the now silent machines.
A zoom shot of the harvesting machinery. Note the heaped kernals of shelled corn in the wagon.
The corn harvest is hauled away to storage.
We don't know yet when it will be marketed or what our share will be.