Harvest...

"Autumn ends the harvest
And breathes old thanks-filled tunes.
A fruitful, swollen storing time,
It hangs huge, yellow moons."
Mike Logan

Harvest is almost done in my area of the country and most of the tractors I see driving by are now pulling plows instead of wagons. The fields across the road have already been tilled and the field next to my house was harvested while I was gone last week. Cornstalks and partial cobs await the next round of equipment to move in to turn the soil.