The last day of harvest

A light plane on an inspection of oil pipelines flies over the combine.

A light plane on an inspection of oil pipelines flies over the combine.

Time.
The thing I notice most about being on sabbatical is that for the first time in my adult life, I’m in charge of my own time.
No more do I abruptly cut off spouse or subjects with phrases like: “I’m right on deadline, sorry, gotta go.” or “Sorry, I can’t chat, I’ve gotta go file.” or “I’ve got another assignment to shoot, bye.”
Sure, I’ve got things to do, places to go and people to see, but I do them on my schedule.
This gift of time gave me the opportunity to visit a branch of my family who farm in southwestern Manitoba. We took mom and dad and were lucky to be there for the last day of harvest.
We all got to ride on the new combine and I even got to drive a tractor.
And we all had a good visit. And that is the true joy of having this time.

Looking back at the stubble

Looking back at the stubble

Finishing up the last of the wheat

Finishing up the last of the wheat

Larry and Lee Ann in the combine

Larry and Lee Ann in the combine

Steve happy to have the crop in the bin

Steve happy to have the crop in the bin

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