Most city dwellers probably presume that harvest time means oddly dressed peasants wandering the fields with a scythe over the shoulder, stacking stooks of hay and threshing wheat from husks.
Yeah. And milk comes from cardboard cartons.
As I wandered back and forth along the Sturt Highway, I failed to stop and take photos of the different methods used to stack hay bales. These is what a stack of jumbo bales looks like at 100kmh.
Then there is the farmer that prefers to use the big cylindrical bales, which are barely visible through my bug-gut splattered windscreen. Various other combinations were apparent, but none of them turned out in my "I'm not slowing down from 100 to take a photo of that" list of photos.
This to me is the symbol of harvest time - a line of semi's waiting at the weighbridge at a wheat bin.
So much for attractively piled stooks painted by impressionist artists.