Beautiful Fields of Gold
On my walk this morning, I walked by a wheat field that had turned a beautiful golden color since I walked by it last week. There's something about those wheat fields that always make me nostalgic about my childhood. I used to love harvest time. I don't really know why. Maybe it was the change in routine such as getting to take supper to my dad at the field. Back then there were not near as many professional harvesters and my parents and grandparents spent countless hours working during harvest. I remember riding in the wheat truck to town with my mom to dump the wheat. As I got older, I quit being as interested in the harvest and farming in particular, but I still have great respect and admiration for farmers. Here's praying for a good harvest season!
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