Harvest Time on the Prairies
The leaves are falling and the weather has turned from summer heat to crisp autumn chill. On the Prairies that means the combines are in the fields racing against time and the weather to get the crop into the bin. Both my grandfathers emigrated from Eastern Europe in the early part of the last century and spent their lives toiling in the unforgiving climate of the Saskatchewan Prairies. I won’t lie, I would love to ask them why not California but I am guessing it has something to do with differences in cultivating grapes versus cereal grain, blah, blah, blah.
They etched out a life here, clearing land to grow most of what they needed right on the farm. I don’t envy the excruciating hard work they endured not to mention being at the mercy of Saskatchewan’s unpredictable weather. I am immensely proud and grateful to them.
I have lived in the city all my life, save for a couple years on an acreage, but yet, farming is in my blood. It’s where I come from.
Sometimes I wonder how I can get back to that simpler time.