sown in careless flight.
Too perfect in pitch
they shout their presence
and break the concentration
of my ripening tomatoes.
What’s not to love?
Eager to please
their pale downy greens
lift up lemon orange rays.
But try as they might
the parade is almost done —
the children, all sweaty and tired.
So to you, happy-go-lucky,
a little restraint now, please,
for the young and the old.
It is time to rest.
I drive by this pasture at least once a week. Although the image looks rural, if you pulled back on the shot you would see that it’s actually on the corner of a busy thoroughfare right in town. I often gauge the change of seasons by what’s happening in and around this field at various times of the year (you can view a couple of the images here and here.)
I set out last night to get a shot of the field as the owners had recently harvested its wheat crop. As often happens though, once there I was sidetracked by something completely different – in this case a patch of purple coneflowers poking through an old barbed-wire fence.
Coneflowers are the quintessential Midwest perennial, and you see them in many home gardens. They have it all: beauty, hardiness, native habitat and they’re attractive to goldfinches, hummingbirds, bees and butterflies.
The sight of purple coneflowers in front of a field of gold is about as summer a scene as one will find in the Midwest in mid July.
Oh, and the pretty gold field stubble is still visible in the background. 🙂