I love it in the springtime, the first green to brighten up the April landscape after a long, dull, gray winter.

And now, the end of June, the green has practically given way to the yellows and golds that will signal harvest-time around July 4.

I've been admiring this wheat field near the cabin all summer long, and it will be sad to see it soon become a field of golden stubble...

...instead of the tall slender blades that gently wave at me as I pass by.

One of the simple, timeless pleasures of country living here in America's heartland...

...amber waves of grain.