Harvest time

Oh my, harvest has begun, how very exciting. I do so love the regularity and rhythm that harvest time brings to the calendar. Fields of golden crops cut and turned to ensure a dry crop and then the most delightful of sounds, the thump, thump of the baler spewing forth perfectly formed bales. In these times of technology harvest time is a little easier than it was but, my dears, still a very busy time for our farming community. Late into the night they work with their tractors, lights ablaze to gather the  crop in before rain ruins it, for a wet crop will rot in storage. The smell upon the air is sweet and comely; why my dear late brother used to relish laying amongst the crops for this heady of smells, returning for supper redolent of the smell of harvest time. One can hear and see where the tractors are before they arrive on the horizon for the sound of machinery and a rising cloud of crop dust trailing them. Oh how my lady guardian and I do relish the sights and sounds of this calendar staple. Our farming community is the very backbone of England, feeding us with crops, milk, meat, eggs and more as well as caring for this green and plentiful land. We salute and thank you for your hard work and care of our glorious countryside, mud, muck and all.