Sometime back I talked about our return to dryland farming. One of the things I will miss with this change is being surrounded by fields of gold. Some days, I would journey into the fields to be surrounded by eye-level orbs of sunlight. I would stand quietly waiting for the sound of munchkins following the yellow brick road. At the end of the growing season, I have been known to emerge with an arm full of heavy heads to hang in the evergreens to provide a feast for winter residents.
