In the next field beyond the ditch, a crop duster hums and glides like a dragonfly. Two lemony butterflies flit and dart between soybean plants, keeping pace with my morning walk. Kildeer spring from the rice field then circle overhead warbling a high-pitched tune.
The road is rough and uneven, clotted with chunks of earth mixed with stalks as dry as autumn wheat. I smell the musty aroma of our soil, the great bridge between  past and future, life and death, the place where all living things return.
Although the sun has only begun to peep through the trees lining the far ditch bank, a sultry day builds.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.”Â
― Gail Carson Levine
― Gail Carson Levine
This is beautiful–takes me back to the days when I dated a farmer for 2 years. I LOVED my time on his farm in Missouri. Very peaceful. Your post brought it all back to me and I miss being there.
Thank you! Our farm is in Northeast Arkansas very near the Missouri border. I love visits back home…
I love the beautiful imagery you create with your words and you do it with so few words. Just awesome Tayla. Reading this makes me feel as if I am right there with you seeing it too.
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Thank you Kathy!
Lovely and profound.
Thank you Dorothy! When are you coming to see me?
City girl gardener here that is fascinated by farms. Your description is absolutely mesmerizing! 🙂 ~Amber in Little Rock, AR
Thanks Amber!