I donâ€™t think anything beats the drama, color, texture, and sense of â€˜bignessâ€™ of an October sky over Southern Alberta wheat fields. The fields stretch for miles. Covered with golden rows of wheat, swathed to dry, they are framed by the Rocky Mountains and covered by the intense color of the descending dusk. Recently, my husband fulfilled a dream of his youth â€“ to operate a combine on the western harvest. While riding â€˜shotgunâ€™ with him, I shared a sense of closeness to nature while participating in the â€˜dance of machinesâ€™ â€“ a classic Canadian activity.
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