Wheat Harvest

August 21, 2011

Harvesting wheat near Loveland, Colorado

Harvested wheat field

A Dakota Wheat Field

by Hamlin Garland

Broad as the feckless, soaring sky
Mysterious, fair as the moon-led sea
The vast plain flames on the dazzled eye
Under the fierce sun’s alchemy.
The slow hawk stoops
To his prey in the deeps;
The sunflower droops
To the lazy wave; the wind sleeps.
Then all in dazzling links and loops,
A riot of shadow and shine,
A glory of olive and amber and wine,
To the westering sun the colors run
Through the deeps of the ripening wheat.



August 25, 2010

“Nobody is qualified to become a statesman who is entirely ignorant of wheat.”
     — Socrates

Swaying stalks of wheat


Wheat field and wire fence

Wheat and fence post

by Yoshire Ishihara

Let a stalk of wheat
be your witness
to every difficult day.
Since it was a flame
before it was a plant,
since it was courage
before it was grain,
since it was determination
before it was growth,
and, above all, since it was prayer
before it was fruition,
it has nothing to point to
but the sky.
Remember the incredibly gentle wheat stalk
which holds its countless arrows fixed
to shoot from the bowstring –
you, standing in the same position
where the wind holds it.

Summer Day Trips

August 16, 2010

This week I took advantage of the summer weather and spent my day off on a road trip to Whidbey Island.  Instead of taking the ferry, I drove through the Skagit Valley and then crossed the Deception Pass Bridge onto the north end of Whidbey Island.  I was by myself, so I could stop on a whim whenever something caught my eye.  It was a perfect day, and I took enough photos for four blog posts!

Barn painting at the Skagit River Produce stand near Conway, WA

I love driving country roads where I can go slow without holding up traffic.

Skagit Valley wheat field with old fence

I stopped at Roozengaarde Flowers & Bulbs

The snapdragons at Roozengaarde were amazingly colorful.

Curtained window at the Rustic Door antiques shop

Welcome Autumn

September 22, 2009

Furrowed field

Furrowed field

Evening mist near Ellensburg

Evening mist near Ellensburg



Stalks of wheat

Stalks of wheat


Yellow the Bracken
by Florence Hoatson

Yellow the bracken,
     Golden the sheaves.
Rosy the apples,
     Crimson the leaves.
Mist on the hillsides,
     Clouds gray and white.
Autumn, good morning!
     Summer, good night!


Wheat Harvest

September 18, 2009

Wheat in the fields

Wheat in the fields

Harvested wheat field in Eastern Washington

Harvested wheat field in Eastern Washington

I just returned from a drive to Eastern Washington with a friend.  We enjoyed seeing the fruits of a successful growing season.  The wheat fields have been harvested, but they still looked majestic framed by the blue Cascade Mountains.

A Farmer’s Prayer
by Timothy Murphy

Spirit of the wheat
brush every beard
turning green flaxen
with a wave of your wand.
The wind is your oven,
the hills your loaves.
Dry husks rustle,
flag leaves furl,
heads curl earthward
as kernels harden.
Your garden is golden,
your larder laden.
Feed a hungry world.