What is that SMELL?

In the middle of the night, about a month ago, I awakened to a luscious smell.  I couldn't place it...it was earthy, and grainy, but I couldn't quite place it!  Suddenly, I realized, it was wheat!  The wheat fields are being harvested, and our little village sits in the middle of wheat fields and vineyards!

I have never really spent any time in a place where there are wheat fields.  I think the first time I noticed their beauty was in the movie Gladiator, where you see  Russell Crowe's memories of home, and, most notably, the golden wheat fields blowing in the wind.

Well, they are really just like that!  Our ancient path has taken us thru a field of wheat.  In the spring it was the first field planted.  We took pictures of ourselves in the field...reveling in the green sprouts that were shooting up.  It seemed to grow about an inch a day.

But, the growth of the wheat was overshadowed by the poppies!  Poppies grown in the wheat fields, and bloom for about a month, until the wheat overtakes them, and grows so tall that it takes their light.

Each day when we walked we could detect that it was growing taller.  When it got to about knee high, the wheat stopped growing; but it wasn't until it turned golden in color and the heads dropped that they harvested it!  There is true beauty as the golden shafts of wheat bow their heads as the wind gently blows across the field.

At harvest, some bales are the huge round rolls, the stuff of the paintings by Van Gogh.  Some are the oblong bales .All are beautiful in their patterns and their fragrance!