My summers don't consist of harvest anymore. My summers don't feel like summers anymore either. I think both things are connected. Sure, I see farmers harvesting but it just isn't quite the same. Many of my summertime memories consist of riding the combine with Grandpa or Dad and they would graciously let us listen to our Adventures in Odyssey cassette tapes. This was before or after we would swim in the horse tank. I remember the heat of the summer day and the smell of the grain while riding the combine. I also remember Grandpa getting handfuls of wheat from the bin for us to "chew" like gum. Grandpa and Dad would share their suppers with me. Harvest suppers are always the best. You may think that sandwiches and tea are good but they are never as good as when you are eating them on a combine or truck. I don't know why that is! I also would get to ride along in the grain trucks to take the wheat to the elevator. I always liked that as well because it was fun to see the grain being dumped out of the trucks.
Now each part of my year just feels the same. There aren't calves being born in the winter or wheat harvest in the summer, or corn harvest in September. In many ways I miss farm life, I don't miss the struggle of it and the fear that is brought by hail, tornadoes, heavy rain, and storms in general. The good memories of my children farm life will always stay with me. Life is definitely different now that harvest isn't in my life.