I mentioned that the wheat was being swept off the field on Tuesday afternoon. And as I’m actually rather impressed by seeing combine harvesters in action, and the dust they make, I took a few photos from the bedroom window. But when I looked at them later on screen, I was amused to see a shapely pair of legs nudged up against the combine driver’s jeans. Aaaah. Greater love hath no young woman than to spend the day out harvesting with her lad.
And for those who also have a yen for combine harvesters…
Tish Farrell 
Your photos are wonderful. It’s amazing how anything can become subject.
Well, thank you very much. Lulu.
Love the story, Tish!
Wow, Amazing pics
Clever title, Tish. It always amazes me how gigantic farm equipment is these days compared to when my grandparents were farming. Grandpa’s tractor was not only small, it had no cab or covering, no radio, no air conditioning, etc. When it was hot, you were hot and when the dust blew, you got filthy!
janet
I remember small farm equipment days. The worst thing in Wenlock is when they drive the combines through the town. Mad!
Having grown up on a farm I could instantly smell harvest in action. Isn’t the brain a funny thing the way it connects our senses. Loved these photos and good eye on the extra legs.
Some things are never forgotten are they?
So true. It was always my favourite time of year.
Nothing like harvest time. You know ‘she’ could be in the drivers seat. Stranger thing have happened. And…Nothing runs like a Deer.
Well, you could be right. I need to have a closer look 🙂
Mmmm… I reckon those legs belong to a fella. The farming guys around here wear shorts and they definitely look like blokey legs 😉 Great pics!
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Jolly well spotted, Tish. I shall refer Jude to Optical Express 🙂 🙂
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My best friends lives in the middle of a huge farm owned by the University of Massachusetts. Directly across the street from her house is a big field on which they use a combine. OH the dust and the dirt. There are period when they have gotten the field ready for seeding — and the weather is try — when even the slightest breeze turns her house into a sandstorm. This occurs periodically throughout the warm months, and of course includes harvesting at the end of the season. In winter, they get wild blowing snow from the big empty field. What fun! Not surprisingly, windows are kept sealed for most of the year. She could give lectures on the wonders of the harvester!
That sounds like living under an onslaught. Too much environment forcing its way into the house!
Wasn’t Tears for Fears who sang Sowing the Seeds of Love?
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Ye shall reap what ye sow
”’it” (Tears for Fears)
Yep. You are a whizz on these oldies, Ark.
Big beasts of machines aren’t they?