The basis of bread...
In the last few days the wheat has ripened to a warm golden colour which is offset beautifully when mingled with green blades of grass.
Despite a warm and sunny morning, the wind was howling and thus creating a concerto movement amid the wheat fields.
It looks so velvety that one wants to brush the palm of one's hand over it. Smooth, like cream of wheat...
Between the isle...
No wheat in sight, but the bird in flight, a stork, was feeding in the field. He gracefully flapped his wings and took off to watch me walk passed him from a loftier height.
Well, not more than 500 meters further a stork of another kind had arrived. Our village seems to be having a baby boom. So far this year there are at least four new babies. Remember, we only number about 390 villagers...
Biggi
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