I saw the dust coming from the field and knew I was in the right place. Sure enough, as I approached I saw the combine eating through the corn rows. Mom’s tractor and grain cart weren’t far away.
I pulled off into the ditch (I’m sure the car behind me thought I was crazy). I turned off the car and checked the fast-food bag on my front seat. Then I waited.
I had just returned from a week-long trip to Mexico. And I wanted to see my family. But it’s harvest and there isn’t time to stop and sit for a chat. So instead I got some dinner and drove to the field.
My brother parked the combine. Mom parked the tractor and wagon. They climbed in and started enjoying the food. Dad joined us in a few minutes when we he arrived back in the semi-truck. They ate for about 10 minutes and then headed back out.
It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t long. It wasn’t what most families do. But we’re a farm family and it’s harvest. So that’s what we do for family time right now.
And I was completely fine with that.
