Sugar beet harvest

As a kid, October always meant sugar beet harvest. Dad usually finished Halloween night or it seemed and that meant a party st the house to celebrate. I remember many trips to the factory with Jenny and how much fun we'd have.... laughing, eating, talking, sitting in the sleeper of the cab, playing MASH. The simpler time of life. I miss those days. 

Now an adult and mom, I stil like to get home and ride with dad in the harvester and as the girls get bigger, have them experience the same fun I had. And so far, we've made it home each year - one the day after we got back from Europe. 

It's also to me such a special time to sit with dad. It always makes me realize what a hard working, dedicated man he is. When he tells me he finished farming at 1:15 in the field by himself and was back at it the next day by 5:30 and this was day 3 of that... I know I can't complain. When he has to scrape mud, weld parts, lead the troops, work long hours, and remain calm and optimistic ... I know he's a great man and farmer. But then to hear him say how easy he has it compared to grandpa, I realize how humble he is. 

Farming isn't for the faint of heart. It takes a strong, determined, smart person to do it.... And not to forget a caring, hard working mom to help! 

I love my dad and his love and passion for farming. So glad I get to share these times with him! 

More pictures to come!