It Never Gets Old

It never gets old . . .

That is what I said to myself as I drove to work on this cool, sunny, fall morning! I don’t think there is any part of my drive to work where I cannot see a corn or bean field. And I love it!

You see, I am sure I was born to live in the country. Even though I lived in town for the first 14 years of my life, I always wanted to live on a farm. There was always something compelling to me about the simple farm life. I wanted a farmhouse, barns, tractors, pastures and horses, a big garden, fields surrounding me, and lots of friends and family to share it with.

My childhood carries fond memories of helping with my grandparents’ garden, picking and snapping beans on warm summer days, watching my mom and grandma and eventually helping can the beans. And nothing beats picking fresh rhubarb or gooseberries for pie!

I remember visiting other family members who lived in the country. I loved the fresh air, wide open spaces, and room to explore. One such trip included my first taste of goat milk and a pony and buggy ride.

Outings to petting zoos, apple orchards, pumpkin patches, working farms, and tractor shows have always been my favorites. I love any time I can get a taste of farm life.

Is it any wonder that I married into a farming family?

A Farming Family

My husband grew up on the same farm that his dad grew up on. Although a small collection of barn cats were the only animals left on the farm when I came along, there were plenty of stories to tell. They tell of their adventures raising chickens, cows, and especially pigs. But mainly they grew corn. And they had tractors!

This is where I was introduced to tractor shows. Walking around in the hot sun, looking at hundreds of tractors and other farm equipment might not sound exciting to most people, but I love it! Antique tractors of all kinds are my favorite. Rows and rows of them, each with a story to tell of days gone by.

These tractors worked many hours in the dirt, rain, and hot sun. They spent hours sowing, planting, plowing, hauling, and harvesting. Now most of them have been retired. They have been repaired, painted, restored to their original beauty, and put on display for tractor lovers to enjoy.

Old-timers meander through the long rows of equipment, admiring their beauty and reminiscing of simpler times. Young ones gaze with wonder at the big machines before them, dreaming of sitting high up on the big seats and steering aimlessly through a wide open field.

Then there are folks like me. I admire the fresh paint and shiny tires. I take note of my favorite designs and colors. But mostly, I let the atmosphere take me back in time and wonder what life was like back then on the farm. Who were the farmers? What were their families like? How was life different then?

Joy In Each Season

To me, it never gets old. Every spring I look for the first tractors in the fields. Are they plowing? Fertilizing? Planting? I ask myself if it will be corn or beans this year. Then I look for the first signs of growth. Oh, the joy of watching the plants begin to emerge from the soil and see the nice neat rows begin to form! I keep track of how high the corn grows each week – ankle high, then knee high, waist high, and eventually over my head!

As fall comes around, the days grow shorter and the air becomes crisper. I begin to measure the progress of the crops by how brown they are turning. I notice a little yellow forming, then some brown, mostly brown, and then all brown and dried up.

Then one day it happens! I wake up to the sound of a combine in the field. I run to the window to see what it is. Sure enough! It’s that time again! Combines, tractors, semis and catch wagons all work together to reap the harvest. Months of investment and hard work will soon pay off.

There is something satisfying about watching a combine steadily making its way down rows and rows of corn like a ravenous giant devouring the stalks and spitting the corn into a catch wagon or semi.

Big trucks haul away the corn to grain elevators where it is weighed and stored, waiting to be sold and used for a variety of purposes.

In just a few short weeks, the harvest will be over and the ground will get a much-needed rest during the long, cold winter months. After some cold days and a couple snowstorms, I will start looking forward to the new beginnings of spring, and the whole cycle will repeat itself.

And yet, the predictable cycle of nature never gets old. I look forward to each season with its own unique offerings of beauty and purpose. As a matter of fact, God promised this would continue as long as the earth exists.

God’s Promise

“Then Noah built an altar to the Lord and took some of every clean animal and some of every clean bird and offered burnt offerings on the altar. And when the Lord smelled the pleasing aroma, the Lord said in his heart, ‘I will never again curse the ground because of man, for the intention of man’s heart is evil from his youth. Neither will I ever again strike down every living creature as I have done. While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease’. “

Genesis 8:20-22 (ESV)

I pray that it never gets old to you.

I pray that you always see the beauty of God’s creation. May you never lose the wonder of seeing a spring flower, a roaring waterfall, a peaceful sunset, or a colorful rainbow after a storm.

May you always remember God’s faithfulness in the rising and setting of the sun, in the changing of the seasons, and even in the cycle of life and death.

I pray that every time you see a rainbow in the sky, you will remember that God always keeps his promises.

May it never get old!

Wife, mom, grandma, and country girl. I am living by faith and encouraging others to do the same. I integrate faith, family and country living.

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