Drew and I are driving home, stopped for a red light at the corner of Buffalo and Whittier. In the vacant field next to us, a sea of violet color floating atop a lush green. A tangled tousled frenzy of color and textures so alluring and uplifting! How beautiful! What are those weeds? On closer inspection, I discover they are wild sweet pea bushes stretching for a good long swath alongside the road. I wonder if the pilgrims encountered this kind of lush foliage as a matter of course?
Farther down Buffalo Road, the road is cushioned by wheat fields. Usually these fields sport tall green corn stalks, but this year, we have watched the green wheat plants grow tall and top off with heads bursting with grain. Slowly over the last few weeks they turned amber - like in the song "America the Beautiful" - for amber waves of grain. The wind combs through the fields and tosses the proud heads about. It makes you feel rich. Here and there you can see stalks matted down as if some deer or wild bird fluttered about, rolling in the verdant carpet of grain.
How blessed we are to live in a land that still proffers food on the stalk and wildlife for the looking. 'Tis the promise of a grand summer to come.
Farther down Buffalo Road, the road is cushioned by wheat fields. Usually these fields sport tall green corn stalks, but this year, we have watched the green wheat plants grow tall and top off with heads bursting with grain. Slowly over the last few weeks they turned amber - like in the song "America the Beautiful" - for amber waves of grain. The wind combs through the fields and tosses the proud heads about. It makes you feel rich. Here and there you can see stalks matted down as if some deer or wild bird fluttered about, rolling in the verdant carpet of grain.
How blessed we are to live in a land that still proffers food on the stalk and wildlife for the looking. 'Tis the promise of a grand summer to come.
No comments:
Post a Comment