The Life of a Field

The spring was on the way time for the farmer to plough straight lines running parallel gleaming in the rich red loam It had laid all winter waiting now it was time to sow and seed yellow mustard glinting in the sun so pretty as it grows in leaps and bounds Little animals made their home borrows in between the roots even a dormouse always sleepy soon they scurry off as harvest begins Harvesters hard at work birds feasting on those that were far too slow crops are now gathered in and stored the horses fallow the field now it rests This spring the field will remain fallow all part of the master plan of rotation it's life is simple following a four year plan to maximize each year's yield without stress Following being fallow potatoes go in these help clear the land of weeds while adding goodness to the soil then the golden wheat which the land depletes Last to go in will be turnips for feed completing a long term cycle of crops If it could talk many tales it would tell of all of the goings on within it's boundaries