Harvest season has begun. We live on a road that is only one mile long. We are surrounded by farm land and I wouldn't have it any other way. The corn is totally brown and the beans have dropped their yellow leaves. It is time to harvest.
Our little country road becomes a major route for big tractors, combines, headers being towed by farm trucks, giant wagons and semi's hauling corn from the fields to our neighbors bins. The quiet and tranquil place we live might as well be next to a four lane highway with all the farm traffic. It goes long after dark. Big semi's rush past our house, their lights light up the night unexpectedly. The hustle and bustle of the season is in full swing.
Other things have been going on in our neighborhood, things that are done in the dark and quiet of the night. Things that are done while we sleep. Our neighbors have been robbed of tools, four wheelers, and stolen copper. Four young men were caught and because they were just beginning their night activity had no evidence of thief in their car. They have been released, I feel sure they are probably planning their next break-in. The farmer that lost his four wheelers had them pushed from the barn, through a bean field, a fence was cut and they were then loaded and removed without anyone knowing.
Yep, lots going happening on our quiet country road this "Harvest Season".