As the last few acres of corn for the season feed through the combine on the family farm, emotions come bubbling to the surface. The grandson is ready to be done; there are sports to be played and girls to chase. Fatigue has long since set in on the oldest son after sixty days of long hours, personnel issues and the one too many breakdowns that cost him hours of down time. But still he has a sense of satisfaction in their accomplishment. There will be more crops to plant and harvest.
And then there is the third generation. The grandfather who knows there are more harvest seasons behind him than there are remaining. He says he is not tired, even though you can see it in his eyes. He does not want it to end, for it is another crop that will soon be only a memory.
We each get 40 crops in our lifetime, and each one leaves its mark on us forever.