Sometimes just enough. Even in this modem day of petrochemical fertilizers and perfected hybrid corn the topic nearest a farmer's heart is whether it will rain, how much, how soon. But the cycle of the year never changes. The corn the soybeans, the spring, the summer, the fall, the winter. Thanksgiving at my grandparents' house was truly a sigh of relief.
Farmers work sometimes around the clock to finish the harvest before the first frost.
More than once grandpa and my uncles worked even harder when a neighbor died or fell ill to get their corn stored for the winter. The harvest doesn't wait for grief or fever to pass. By Thanksgiving Day it is finished. And so the buffet was spread with food. Turkey of course.