There’s something inherently serene when the wind blows through the heavy-headed wheat fields in August and September. Golden kernels and tasseled heads rustle against each other in the chillier late-summer air.
Yet, while thick, tasseled heads signify beauty to some, they spell work for others. Bread isn’t put on the table for free.
Everybody has their own wheat field. Yours may have different colours, while mine is driven in black and red ink.
I may never truly grasp the beauty of flat prairie land, but it’ll never cease to remind me how bountiful our work can be. No matter your wheat field, make it thick, luscious, wholesome, and flavourful.