I would sure like to live closer to a bunch of horse guys so we could have an old fashioned "Threshing Ring" Our grain could be cut with a binder, then threshed farm to farm. A big noon meal and plenty of cold drinks could be shared....but it is not to be. Our harvest is brought in by family at least, but I use a small combine.
As I sit on the seat, I dream about my grandparents and remember their stories from days gone by. The harvest is always bittersweet. I fear the old stories will be lost. The grain provides my horse's fuel for a whole year. I am grateful for it....but the time when neighbors helped neighbors, all with a common goal, was a wonderful thing. I am sorry to have missed those hard, hot, wonderful days!