Wake me up when it's over

It's fall. The ragweed is out, the wind has started blowing out of the north and I'm sneezing. It's also wheat planting time. We call it "sew wheat". Since so many readers are sewers/quilters...well, don't get confused. Dh is not a sewer....he's a cussin' farmer. Yep, spent the whole day with him. That's a good description.

Last night's sunset:

It may seem dark, but I liked the tractor in it. Sorry if you can't see it. I'll adjust if necessary.

This particular farm always has the prettiest sunsets. Even if the big windtowers are in the picture, it's still a pretty site.

Here's one for JudyL.
She talked about us planting wheat so she could buy flour. She also talked

about buying wheat-berries in the bulk and grinding her own wheat. I do that some...grind my own wheat and make bread from fresh-ground....lots of work, but it does taste better. King Arthur Flour..., almost as good and a whole heck-of-a-lot easier. Maybe when life slows down I'll think about doing that again.

This is one drill full of wheat and Dh's tractor pulls two at a time:

This was also taken last night when I took him supper aka hamburger w/chips. Notice the empty pkgs on tire.

I started this glorious day by taking son #3 to his appointment so he can work off his committment from the auction the other night. Then after a trip to the coop for pig feed(do NOT let me forget to get that out of the trunk of my car) it was the start of today's "can you come and help me for awhile":

~Go to town (we live half-way between two towns and split our business between them) and get fertilizer. 7000lbs of fertilizer in the truck--bulk. No big deal, but then all I could smell was fertilizer. I get tickled at the farmers who wave--they wave at all of the truck drivers and they do a double look because it's a woman driver! Oh my...a woman driving a wheat truck?! DH doesn't like my job at planting wheat...so I get volunteered to get fertilizer.

~After I delivered the fertilizer out to the field, it was then "help me fill everything up". Fertilizer and seed-wheat.

~After filling the drills, it was "help me move the trucks to the next field...you'll have to walk". Can you hear the thrill of joy in my voice?!

~After moving the three vehicles and getting my more-than-needed walk in for the day it was after lunchtime.

~Subway..what can I say..it's nourishment. I really didn't want to be seen by a whole lot of people either. Pony tail, dirt smeared all over me and the fresh smell of mixture of fertilizer and wheat dust. Yep, I'm sure I was real appealing.

~Delivered my farmer back to his tractor and thought my day of helping him was over. Gee...what was I thinking?! Got home to the other two soon-to-be farmers who need help bringing another tractor home, actually thinking that their Mom's car should be brought home too(aka rescued from the side of the road where she was "helping Dad"), and heard this statement...."if you don't have anything else to do, we need more seed wheat loaded".

My head still hurts. Wheat dust, fertilizer dust, laundry piles or the thought of supper being just a few hours away...wait, what is that noise? Plastic hanger in the washer....at least it's not my cell phone.

~Ten minutes later I hear "you don't wanna go with us? Well, build us a sandwich and you can stay home".


Oh the joys of being left alone for a few minutes. Darn dryer buzzer.

side note: we do have a field where the wheat has sprouted and come up. I'm going to try to show the steps from start to finish so you fine folks can have flour.