Sunday, July 26, 2009
South of the river the land changes abruptly and dramatically. It flattens out and becomes... cropland. There are patches that remain untilled, and are mostly untillable, but there is a good bit of cropland down there. Wheat, oats, barley, corn, some beans but not much. The grains are harvested now and the fields have that "two-day beard" look of tawny stubble. One day I go down to town and the fields are rich and waving with golden grain; a day or so later and they are clipped short, waiting for the tractors to turn them for the next crop.