It is my favourite time of year again!
This morning, as I gazed out my back window over the sea of yellow grain heads arching under a blue sky, I wondered if it would begin today. The wheat is gold to the ground now, and it whispers of its ripeness with the gentle movement of the breeze. There is no sound in the world quite like it, the whisper of its readiness.
Is it madness to love harvest time so much?
I love the clouds of chaff and the rhythm of the reel, the slow crawl of the yellow machines as they systematically mow, thresh and separate these fields of gold. I cannot help but feel excitement when the machine disappears over the brow of the hill and down toward the village, only to return ten minutes later to make another pass directly in front of my house.
The air hums with the wheat harvest. These very heads of grain, mere blades of green in January, have reached toward the sky and ripened beautifully under our gloriously warm summer sun. The scent of wheat straw laid out in neat rows to dry for baling holds an earthy beauty.
Today’s beauty is tomorrow’s food.
It is true. I have been accused of being just a bit of a romanticist, and I cannot rightly deny it. But I have been called worse.
Mother Hen
“Lift up your eyes and view the fields, that they are white for harvesting.” John 4:35
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Your photos for this are simply stunning. People don’t often grow wheat this way. We’re way more corn, soybean, and hay people. Trust me, your crops are far more picturesque.
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Thanks, Cherity! You are too kind. I just had to snap these pics this morning – it is even prettier in real life! 😊
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Absolutely perfect, this post. Not a word too many and not a word too few. Just the right words. When I read through this one, I was moved. It reminded me of Eva Cassidy’s rendition of the Sting song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKtqTYSOBCg
Thanks.
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Thanks, Don. That is a favourite song and in my set list when I perform, actually. My hubby and I danced to it at our 25th anniversary, and it is very meaningful to us both. I am glad this post evoked those thoughts for you too! Thanks as well for your high praise. It is appreciated, if undeserved. 😉
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