I really like harvest time. The fields are suddenly busy with tractors, people and dogs. I am even generally happy to sit behind slow moving farm implements, regarding it as all part of living in the country.
The harvest this year has seemed to be more frenetic than usual. This is due, I think, to the difficult weather conditions and also the need to bale up as much straw as possible. The hay harvest was not good, and animal feed is in short supply.
Almost overnight great towers of straw have sprung up all around the house, looking like fortifications and making the fields seem strangely geometric.
