The warm, earthy smell of the freshly worked dirt.
The feel of the wheat, a heavy handful, slipping through my fingers in a mesmerizing trickle.
The creak and jangle of the drill.
The clanking of the press wheels.
The slam of the drill lids, filled again.
Work boot prints in the dirt from my farmer.
The beauty of the drill lines, leaving behind a seed bed.
Tiny, tiny kernels nestled into the earth.
Waiting to sprout, seeking moisture and sunlight.
Soon.
Soon.
Bursting forth, quietly, green blades.
Wheat.
My Kansas wheat.
Breathtakingly beautiful and I am awed yet again at God’s design.
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Hello. I’m new to your site and wanted to say how beautiful it is. I’m a Kansas gal too. We don’t farm but I have horses, dogs, and cats! Looking forward to more of your amazing words and photos.
I love Kansas! I grew up in Ohio and I still love to go “home” and visit, but Kansas is so much home now too.
Thanks for coming by and letting me know. My daughter would love to meet your horses. She likes horses, but we don’t have one. She loves our cats and dog and has a lot of fun with them.