The Joy of Walking in Wheat

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Photo credit: Steph Ellis

With her eyes to the Heavens, she looks at the clouds. She shields her eyes from the sun with the back of her hand, then lowers it. She breaks off a piece of wheat, pinches the stalk in her teeth, and grins. She starts walking through the field and feels the softness of the stalks on her hands, her fingers and her bare legs. She is clad in a short cotton dress. The tiny cilia at the tops of the wheat tickle her fingertips. The wind caresses her face like the hand of God. She takes her fingers and removes a tendril of hair from her mouth. She keeps walking through the middle of the field. She’s heading to the barn, but she didn’t want to take the path. She figures why take the easy way, when the unbeaten path is so much more fun? There’s nothing like the feel of the wheat caressing your hands, fingers and legs in the warm summer sun. These moments of joy are few and far between in this life. They may be simple, but some days they are the only joy we feel.

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26 thoughts on “The Joy of Walking in Wheat

  1. I love wheat fields and I have never seen anything more majestic than standing at the edge of our field just a storm is brewing…..the wheat blows and looks like a golden ocean, it actually forms waves!

    • Yes darlin’ it does certainly make waves. It’s beautiful. Beyond words in beauty. I love a wheat field. Or a field of sunflowers. It’s really breathtaking.

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