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Harvest Time

Summer season has wrapped up on the southern prairie plain the multi-patchwork of fields ready for upcoming harvest heads of golden yellow wheat, rye and barley glow in the amber sun the wind creates flowing waves with the hearty stalks while birds and deer find a very easy feast the rains are not wanted as the threshing begins dryness is the key to get the best yield of the farming season.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/16/2019 1:18:00 AM

Hello Phyllis … when I lived in Sunraysia I did enjoy driving out to the Mallee to watch the wheat wave like an endless rain, yes, and rain was the bane of the harvest - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/26/2019 11:18:00 AM

Thanks Lindsay. Harvest is fully on it's way. Nice summer days to get it off. Starting to get cooler nights now so means fall is just around the corner. Have a nice week. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/15/2019 8:30:00 AM

- It is lovely to see the grain as waves in the sunshine ... golden yellow :) - Autumn is approaching ... no doubt, Phyllis :) - Beautiful poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 8/26/2019 11:20:00 AM

Thanks Annelise and yes fall is just around the corner. Garden is ready to come off and flowers are slowly wilting. Makes me sad when the flowers start dying. Have a wonderful week. love phyl