I felt the urgency to walk through
the fields by our house
and take one last look at the crops before harvest.
I never know when one day it will be here and the next gone.
The corn is dry and crackling.
The soy beans hang in multitudes.
I wish I could put into words what I feel
as I walk among these plants.
I am awestruck at what modern farming
is capable of.
The size of the ears of corn.
The shear number of the pods
on each and every soybean plant.
The perfectly spaced rows.
The unity.
I can't help but put aside all my
opinions about genetically modified plants
and Monsanto.
Right now don't care where the seed came from.
The plant is perfection!
I feel reverence just being near them.
This is science, technology and nature at it's best.
This is the earth feeding us.
As I say a last good bye at sunset
and turn to look back at my little farm,
I feel small, humble
and changed.
I am among agriculture's finest.
They quietly grew while wars raged around the world.
They uncomplainingly stood in the searing heat of July.
They tollerated the weeks without rain.
They were armed to fight off disease and battle pests
and they did it well.
They performed to perfection without rest.
They weren't nurtured, touched or praised
yet they thrived.
They will feed the world.
Walk amongst the fields if you get the chance.
Know where your food comes from.
Whether you approve of where science and technology
has taken us or not.
You can't help but be moved.
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18 comments:
Michaele....this is my most favorite time if the year! The crops just oozing with a warm, homey feeling.....I love the golden color of the beans......then when it's time I love the sounds of all the harvesting around me! I actually get excited when I start seeing the massive machines in the fields! But then when all is done the hums and sounds are gone, the machines come to a halt and it is dead silence, then I am a bit sad. Come spring I get all excited over again when the machines come back to the fields!
A beautiful farm tribute!
It's so nice to read the thoughts of a sentimental dreamer...we are very much alike.
I also love the fall of the year. God is all around us.
This was a beautiful post.
I also love to walk amid the stalks.
Without you wonderful farm families in the heart of our country where would we all be? I grew up in Iowa and recall how pretty the fields all were this time of the year.
Love your photos today!
what a great post about midwestern life!
That feeling you are talking about has existed as long as mankind has nurtured crops. It is why the Indians said a prayer of thanks. It is why we say prayers before we eat. Our existance depends on that small kernal, pea, or the large beast. I understand the beliefs in "gods" plural form. You came in from the most beautiful cathedral ever created. Special feeling isn't it?
What a great post! (Although, I still strongly dislike Monsato). :)
Lovely post today ... so few know the hard labor and work that is involved in bringing in and out a harvest.
Great post! I love it, especially the photos.
This is a dumb question? Are those your crops and are you going to harvest and sell them? Sandie
Cool pics! The only times I walked in the corn field was to, um... borrow... a few ears to have kernels to throw at doors for Mischief Night:@)
We should finish chopping my farmer buddy's corn tomorrow...if the silo will hold it.
Wonderful tribute to our plant friends
very cool post!! It really IS funny how times have changed, isn't it?! But I think that special connection certain people feel to the land is still the same.
What wonderful photos. Excellent post too.
The fields around us look almost as dry, but not quite. I believe it's going to be a bumper crop for those that did not get flooded out.
Good words and photos! I love to hear cornfields rustling in autumn. Our corn harvest is nearing completion here and I will miss the sound of the fields!
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