It's harvest season, a time when the farmers rush to get their crops all cut and sorted into graineries in time for before the first snow storm of the season hits (sometime in the next month or two). As each day passes, the nights start earlier and earlier, and before you know it.. it will be pitch black at dinner time. It's evenings like this that remind me that there was once a summer evening here on the prairies, when the mosquitos bit, when the beers were plentiful and when the farmers were haying away.
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