A while back we weren't sure what was planted behind the house. It sprouted looking like grass, bright green and sturdy. We have discovered that it is wheat. The very wheat that is pounded into flour and baked as bread.
When the wind blows, it casts a silky, shiny wave across the field. It is really beautiful. I love to hear the papery sound of the heads make as they brush against one another.
I love that God's beauty is just out our doorstep. We are truely blessed.