I was up late last night working on stuff, in fact, I am still up as I post this just after midnight, and I kept finding myself coming back to this image.
It made me giggle a little bit when I saw my friend Ben pulling his bicycle off the road and into the ditch to allow this farmer free passage. I managed to catch the respectful wave of both Ben and the farmer. That moment meant something to each of them and to me.
You see, this image has a bit of a deeper meaning for me. It reminds me of growing up on a farm in northern MN. I used to operate a combine very much like the one coming down that road. I remember servicing the combine every morning. Filling it with fuel. Blowing out the filters. Greasing the bearing and turning points. The long days in the field during harvest. I remember the smell of the dusty air and chaff that trails the combine as you go up and down the field hour after hour. I remember being covered in dust and sweat after a long, long day of work. I remember going to bed after a bath and a late dinner knowing that sunrise was only hours away and we’d be doing it all over again. As Ben and I rolled through the countryside earlier this week, I was reminded of so much. While I don’t want to be a farmer, I respect Farmers a great deal. I also am thankful that because I grew up on a farm, I learned to work hard at whatever I do. Growing up operating machinery like that and learning to care for the land and equipment is a big part of who I am today. I have such respect for farmers and what I learned from growing up on a farm.