Monday, November 5, 2007


Just about dusk this evening, a combine began harvesting the soy crop across the street. I was inside drawing the blinds for the night. Killing time waiting for Brett to get home so we could eat dinner, I took Charlotte outside for an unobstructed view. The night was classically Autumnal, and neither of us had coats on, so we cuddled close and watched the combine at work. We stood and watched as the night darkened. The powerful head and rear lights of the combine illuminated the dusty, smoky waste being flung from its rear. Soon, all we could see was the billowing smoke around the lights, and the revolving cutters gnashing their way through the field.