Wednesday, August 23rd, 2017
How can it already be time for harvest?
Some people are drawn to the busy, bustling streets, crowds of people, the hum of traffic. I am drawn to the quiet; the way the breeze feels on my face, the comfort in the birds as the go about their business, the smell of my tomatoes out of the garden, the feel of the grass between my toes.
So when mom and I took a bike ride down into Hanover today, I had to stop and admire the wheat crop along the path. It’s so beautiful the way it sways with the breeze, the textures, the contrast in the colors.