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The crop is our sanity, our serenity, our joy and our gratitude. For golden light to golden seed becomes hearty bread for our community.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 11, 2021.
Into the jocund light of day come bonny waving ears of wheat.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 11, 2021.
From fresh ploughed field to harvest time, the crop is the priority our this rock stars.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 11, 2021.
Tousled strands of gayest barley weave both green and gold into my soul.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 11, 2021.
The crop feeds so many wild species in these parts and there is always plenty for our table.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 11, 2021.