I could smell it when I drove the back roads looking for a photo of the day. Somewhere some place, someone was cutting corn silage. It’s an unmistakable sweet, wet/sweet smell. Growing up in the Tall Corn State of Iowa, I grew up with the smell, knew it well.
Then I saw the silage truck headed back out to the field to get another load.
There he went, down the road out in to a field where a silage cutter was taking care of the corn field, getting it cut and chopped to feed cattle all winter. The trucks drove out in to the field to get a load dumped in to the box from the wagon pulled behind the tractor and silage cutter.
There musta been a half-dozen trucks keeping up with the tractor and cutter, hauling to a silage pile about 3 or 4 miles down the road.
I learned this was a neighborhood cutting bee. The owner’s wife was gravely ill and he was spending his time and money on her and her medical treatment. So, the neighbors got together and did the farmer’s work for him.
That’s the way it is out here. We may not agree on everything, and sometimes downright disagree, but doggone it, when someone needs help, we’re there. That’s what these neighbors did…they were there for the farm family. Not only did they supply material relief and help, their involvement in their neighbor’s plight musta been an encouragement to the farm family.
Would you agree? Sometimes it’s not what you do for someone, but just the fact you did something that really counts?