It’s harvest time on the Distant Drumlin. On Thursday morning we were surrounded by green and gold fields. By Thursday evening the green grass and golden wheat had both been cut.
Nothing happened on Friday. A long dry summer’s day passed, with grass drying in the fields to the east of our house…..
….and wheat straw drying in the field to the south.
On Saturday morning it seemed like every tractor and trailer in County Down was driving on to the drumlin…..
…..as soon as the straw was baled, it was loaded on to the trailers…..
…while the grass was carted off to become silage.
By Saturday evening everything was gone, except for this one ear of wheat.
Advertisements
I like the final image a lot. There is a real golden aura to it as well as a little poignancy.
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLike
Such beautiful country!
LikeLike
Are you happy to see green photos? Do you actually have any grass in your part of the world?
LikeLike
It makes me very happy to see it. We have small patches of grass in our compounds and around malls and hotels. Sometimes a manicured patch along a small section of highway. But it’s really it’s just desert out here. The land where water costs more than petrol!
LikeLike
The same thing is going on here right now, in and around my Bavarian home village. I love the smell(s) of harvest. It’s difficult to explain unless you’ve grown up with it 😉
LikeLike
Good smells, and good memories of years gone by. But I was also happy to be watching and taking photographs instead of working!
LikeLike
Just breathtaking when the vehicles are not in view! But what a gift to have that heavy equipment doing all the back breaking labour.
LikeLike