There is one town we go to every so often. We used to go to it more, but since they built the Wal*Mart in the one closest to us, we go there more now.
In that town there is what used to be a farmer's co-op, it may still be one, but the original one went bankrupt a few years back, so now it's in new hands. Anyway, when harvest time is in full swing, at that co-op or what used to be one, farmers come to store their grain until the following spring, when they plant their new crops or they sell it and each fall, there is a mountain of golden yellow that grows and grows. Each spring it shrinks down, but while it's growing, it's an impressive sight that can be seen by people as they're driving to and from town. I saw the mountain this morning as I drove into town for a doctor's appointment and again as I left.
Iowa doesn't have any mountains, per say, but for the last few months of every year and the beginning few of the next, in this area and I'm sure in others as well, we have the golden mountain to look forward to seeing. It reminds us all of the hard work farmers do to grow the food that we put on our tables each day.
A little reminder in a little more than a month as we all sit down to Thanksgiving dinner, thank a farmer for his hard work and God for making it all possible.
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