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together. Welcome to the Bedtime
Scientist. Tonight we are going to visit a
place that is very quiet but very busy.
We are going to a farm. Not a noisy farm full of
clucking Roosters or roaring tractors.
This farm is calm. The air is cool.
The sun is slipping low in the sky before the stars appear.
The field takes a quiet breath. This field is alive.
A soft green blanket that feeds the world.
The bread on your sandwich, the pasta in your bowl, the oats in
your cereal. They all begin here, as tiny
seeds in a fast whispering field.
Have you ever wondered how all that food is grown and cared
for? How one or two farmers can care
for a field so big that you could walk all day and never
reach the other side? They do it with strong, gentle
helpers, machines designed not just for power, but for care.
Tonight we are going to meet the machines that help care for the
fields. Our first helper is the tractor.
The tractor is the steady muscle of the farm.
Its job is not to be fast, but to be incredibly strong and to
pull. Its power comes from its wheels.
A tractor's back wheels can be taller than a grown up, with
deep grooves like giant footprints pressed into the
earth. These grooves grip the soft
soil, holding on tightly so the wheels don't slip.
This grip gives the tractor its strength, allowing it to pull
heavy tools slowly and steadily all day long.
And are tractors. First job is to prepare the
field for the new seeds. To do this it pulls a tool with
many strong curved blades that turn through the soil.
It doesn't just dig, it fluffs or aerates the soil.
You can almost smell the rich, damp earth as it turns over in
the fading light. The soil turns soft and loose,
ready to hold something small and full of life.
After the tractor has prepared the earth, it gets a new job.
It pulls the cedar. The cedar is a rolling box full
of thousands, even millions of tiny sleeping seeds.
As the tractor pulls it forward, the cedar begins its careful
work. Tiny tubes reach down into the
soft earth and drop, drop, drop. Each seed falls in its perfect
place, not too close, not too far.
Every seed gets its own circle of space, its own sunlight, its
own chance. Together they form neat, even
rows, quiet lines of hope stretching to the horizon.
The tractor and the cedar work together, drawing long, straight
lines of promise across the entire field, row after row
after row. But the most wondrous helper of
all comes at the very end, when the plants have grown tall and
golden. This is the combine harvester.
Its name tells you what it does. It combines many jobs into one.
As it moves forward, a wide spinning wheel sweeps the tall
wheat toward a sharp blade below.
The plants are cut, pulled inside and gently shaken apart.
Inside the combine, metal bars spin and hum, separating the
tiny golden grains from their papery shells.
Piece by careful piece. The food, the heavy, important
kernels, falls down through the tiny holes like a sifter in a
kitchen and is saved in a big storage tank.
But the light, dry paper each half drifts out the back and
floats down to rest on the field.
Those leftovers? They're not waste.
It rests on the soil like a soft blanket, feeding it, keeping it
warm for next year's seats. The combine moves with a slow,
steady rhythm. It completes the work that
farmers once did by hand for weeks, in just a few moments.
Take a deep breath in, let it out, close your eyes and imagine
we are in that field, sitting on a soft blanket at the edge,
golden field Ahead of us, the sun is low and warm, the sky is
painted with orange and purple, the air is still, and in the
distance the combine moves slow, steady and patient.
From here it isn't loud, just a deep, gentle hum.
You can watch it move row by row, combing the tall golden
wheat and leaving the trail of soft chaff behind it.
You can smell the air. It's dusty and sweet and warm.
It's the smell of the harvest, the smell of good food being
gathered safely. We are quiet observers, watching
this calm, steady rhythm, the hum of the machine and the vast
quiet field all working together.
As the sun drops below the horizon, the field begins to
rest. The night is resting too.
The field is being cared for and you can rest knowing you are
too. The tractor is the steady muscle
that softens the earth. The cedar is the gentle hand
that plants sleeping dreams. The combine is the patient heart
that gathers what has grown. Together they turn work into
care and motion into peace. These helpers show us that big
work can be done slowly, gently, and with care.
And just before you drift off to dream about the vast golden
fields, I want you to know something about you.
Your mind is a wonderful thing, so full of curiosity, and I like
your mind just the way it wonders.
I'll be back again soon to wonder more with you.