Fall soybean harvest is in full swing, as evidenced by the dust clouds that can be seen throughout West Tennessee. Farm families call it “money”. Others might call it “the reason it does no good to wash your car in the autumn” and “the reason the throat feels tight and allergies have kicked up”. Once the soybeans dry out, a combine comes along, cutting and pushing the plants into the combine and collecting the seeds. It then discards the chaff out the back. The whole process results in a boat-load of dust and debris being kicked up into the air where it can be seen for miles around. And, as Isaac Newton said, “What goes up must come down”. Fortunately, “This, too, shall pass”. Soon, harvest time will be over, the dust will settle, and once again life in the country will return to normal.
“Dust is a protective coating for fine furniture.” ~Mario Burata
“Not a moment of life is wasted on a farm. Others may have been more places but haven’t out lived me.” ~Jim Fisher
Soybeans before harvest
Soybeans loaded into a waiting truck.
Dust from soybean harvest hanging in the air.
When you see the dust clouds hanging in the air, you know it is harvest time in Tennessee. Here are a few photos from this year’s soybean harvest.
“Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.” ~Douglas William Jerrold
“There are few sights more pleasant to the eye than a wide cotton field when it is in bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow.” ~Solomon Northup
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap … but by the seeds you plant!” ~Robert Louis Stevenson
I guess the following quote could apply to soybeans as well:
“The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.” Robert Fulghum
Click here the Soybean song
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine. ~Anne Bronte