Today I Love The Growing Gold Hue Of Wheat
Today I love the growing gold hue of wheat as it waves its soft, fanned brushes of beard in the breeze. I love the way you can trace the wind in a field of wheat. I love the line from the song “Fields of Gold” that says, “See the west wind move, like a lover’s hand” because it captures the tenderness and the beauty of the dancing wheat fields. I love when wheat is maturing and its no longer really green, but not really gold, neither, and yet, both at once. I love the peaceful calming feeling of coming over a rise in the road and discovering a perfect field of wheat waiting for to be seen, waiting to kiss your eyes with the beauty of its witness to the good days that have just gone by and its promise of prosperity if all goes well for the next few weeks. I love the memories wheat fields spark, of harvests back on the farms of my youth, my grandfather’s oat crops and sometimes wheat as well, and the other farms around that would have everyone gathering to draw and thresh.
Today I Love the people who take the greatest of pleasure in solving the smallest of problems because they know that it all adds up. I love that we figured out that the answer to “How long can a case of mangoes last two people?” is actually “Over four weeks!” Ha! I love that my band, Hot Black Coffee, has been invited to appear on TV again, even if it was somewhat solicited by me, after it was somewhat solicited by the local TV station. I love how the various components of this town look to each other, and within the community, to find what they need when they need it.
Today I love how sweet my guitar can sound when played at least somewhat attentively, that makes me try harder. I love babies who stare at me, though I can’t figure out if it’s from concern or fear (or possibly happiness … maybe??!?). I love the busy day I have ahead of me and the hectic weekend that’s on its way also. I love how everything seems to fall into place. I love that this post seemed to write itself and that happens almost all the time because it is really easy to find things that I love now that I’m in the habit of looking for them.
Today I love chugging coffee and dashing out the door to the TV station to play.
Babcock, K. (2017). Today I Love The Growing Gold Hue Of Wheat. Psych Central. Retrieved on November 25, 2017, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/today-i-love/2017/07/today-i-love-the-growing-gold-hue-of-wheat/