It all started with a problem on an air conditioner on our Massey combine in Kiowa. Kansas – almost 40 years ago. From that point on, our friendship simply grew.
Fall harvest is always more stressful than summer harvest, at least for me as a harvester’s wife. During summer, the kids and I tag along with Jake wherever he travels next, with very few obligations other than to provide supper for our small crew. During fall, however, things are much busier. I have to take kids to school and various other activities, have commitments at school and church, have family functions to attend, and I still have to cook for our crew, which expands from six or seven summer guys to nearly two dozen in the fall. Thankfully, my sister-in-law and I share cooking duties, so we each have two days of cooking and delivering meals, and then two days off.
Fall harvest also means less sleep for Jake, as he usually leaves the house around 7:30, and typically comes home around midnight. This fall in particular will mean less sleep for everyone, since our new baby is expected to arrive within the next couple weeks. Normally, this wouldn’t be too big of an issue, since we would be nearly finished with harvest anyways; this year, though, harvest is expected to stretch until almost Christmas.