We would walk out to the fields at lunch time, taking food to the men who were threshing the grain. The leftover stalk is called straw which is baled and stored in the barn to use for bedding in the animal stalls. Sometimes, if we were lucky, we would be allowed to sit on the tractor seat and pretend we were driving, but most of the time we rode on the wagon that was bringing in the straw bales after the grain was harvested.
Back then the bales were the smaller rectangle shapes, not the huge round monster bales you see in the fields today.
I feel very lucky to have grown up in the country... life was very peaceful... close to nature.
10x10 oil on canvas.