Taken on my walk this morning (15.6 miles; I'm beat!). Click on photo for a more pleasing view.
I've been watching the wheat turn golden,
and then even blond,
and I've wondered: how does the farmer know when to harvest?
It looks tinder-dry.
It looks like they could grind it
into flour for some mother's fragrant homemade bread,
hot and steamy out of the oven,
freshly sliced with butter melting into it.
and then even blond,
and I've wondered: how does the farmer know when to harvest?
It looks tinder-dry.
It looks like they could grind it
into flour for some mother's fragrant homemade bread,
hot and steamy out of the oven,
freshly sliced with butter melting into it.
That distance is not a walk; it's an ordeal. Nice pic.
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