Harvest hope

When I see a field of ripe corn I am just filled with joy and gratitude. We are connected with our most pimaeval needs. A good harvest means we can eat! A good feeling. A feeling of security and hope for the future for us and for our children.

This blip nearly didn't happen. As we drove home after work we turned the corner and there it was. A cloud of dust - and the combine harvester. I accelerated to find a place to park, jumped out of the car and plunged into the fiel -to the embarassment of my passengers! I did keep a nervous eye on the harvester, and, I am glad to say, have escaped unscathed.