When the sky is clear and blue and big and bright….
When the soil is worked and mellow and smooth and beautiful…
When the days are shortening and the temps swing between warm and cool and leave you guessing at what they’re going to do….
When there is just a fall feel and a fall smell to the air…
When pumpkins and hay bales and corn stalks and gourds are popping up in autumn displays…
Then the time of wheat drilling has come. Once again. Upon us for another year.
I love the beauty of a fresh-drilled field.
I love even more to see the baby wheat pop up and carpet the field in green.
HOW? How does it do it?
It hold its secret snug to itself. Tiny grains of wheat seed.
My farmer plants in hope.
God does the rest.