At the Edge of the Wheatfield

"At the Edge of the Wheatfield"


Lives an abundance of wildflowers - Queen Anne's Lace, bachelor buttons, black-eyed susans - they all call it home, as well as "Scarecrow Joe" looking on from atop his perch, a grain bin standing by dutifully waiting, and a lone tree in the back reigning over it all! Completed in February 2012.  SOLD

When I was growing up, my dad got six weeks of vacation every year (they were slightly older than most people's parents) since he'd been at his job for so long. They'd take the back seat out of the car, and load it up will all of the camping gear then deposit my sister and me on top of it all - this was in the 1970's, and nobody cared though I'm sure you'd be in big trouble for child endangerment or something nowadays, so please don't try this!


Then we'd go everywhere - mainly all over the western states, as that was their favorite. It seemed as though we made countless trips through both Kansas and Nebraska en route to the favored scenery of my parents in the mountains of the West.


It was while perched atop my precision packed tent-sleeping bag-cookstove seating that I marveled at both the acres and miles of wheat, and the beauty that I often found right along side it in the form of the wildflowers growing splendidly on the outskirts.


We did finally graduate to a motor home when I was about 10, but I still always enjoyed seeing all of the beautiful farms that we passed, and always vowed to one day live out in the country - which I now do!


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