The next time I walk around this field, the wheat will be tall and golden, ready for harvest.
I just found out last evening that the grape grower who owns the vine parcel to our north has restored his electric fence for the season. That means that Callie and I won't be taking the path down through the woods that leads us to this wheat field. It happens every spring; the fence helps to keep deer out of the vineyard so that they don't munch on the new leaves and grape flowers. The pathway will be open again in the summer.