Funny title and in no way referencing me. It is a bit of a pun, where you get somebody, like, say, Cousin J from Ireland to stand in a field as you videotape him saying, “I am a Man Out Standing in My Field”. Only, Cousin J kept blowing his lines, when we tried it with him, saying:
- I’m a man, standing out in the field.
- I’m a man, out in a field, standing.
- Oh, screw off, you two!!
Cousin J always visited in September, so, the timing on this day was about right. I stood in for him, there was no video taping, just me standing by a field.
Harvest is finally upon us, so on this bike ride to Rollyview, we saw lots of crops either waving in the wind or laying in swaths, drying out ready for combining. Very little straight combining (swath and combine in one pass) is done in this area. A very few crops had been combined or cut for silage, leaving stubble or cultivated land. On this glorious, windy fall day, the rolling landscape views were spectacular.