Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Fields of Rye in the Wind

Now there's a lovely title. :)

Every time I step outside I remind myself to write about this, and then I forget. Well, not this time.

I live on top of a hill, but my house sits on top of a little hill-ette that looks over the farm next door. I love just sitting on top of that hill-ette and watching the rye sway in the breeze. The waves of shades of green are so beautiful! The patterns it makes are breath-taking. Maybe I'm just easy to please, or enjoy simple things, but I'm so glad he decided to plant rye instead of corn.

Thanks to the warm weather, the rye is taller than me now!


1 comment:

Mrs. Happy Housewife said...

Being a city girl, I don't know, but won't that rye turn golden later? Then, you can watch fields of gold.