The other day as we were traveling home, we came upon this tractor and piece of equipment that looked like it was probably going to a farm to cut a winter crop – probably rye.

We followed it for several miles and as we passed farm after farm and approached our road, I said, “Maybe it is going to cut the rye in front of our house,” However, it drove right by our road.

If you wonder why we didn’t pass it, the tractor moved below the speed limit, but close enough to not be irritatingly slow, and most of those miles were no passing zones.

When we got home the rye was being cut with a different style of cutter.

It smelled so good to go outside and take in the scent of newly cut rye.