The
field next to Anna Maria’s cross is filled now with mustard all in bloom. It
has been so for a couple of weeks, and when seen from the road the yellows of
the blossoms are concentrated so that it is just striking. This same field was
sweet corn not two months ago, and when played out the tractor came to turn it
under. Evidently within the soil, seeds of last year’s mustard lay waiting for
just the moment to begin, and the results now show – mustard everywhere. It is
not uniform, of course. There are plenty of other perennial weeds throughout,
but most are either diminutive or simply not showy that they deserve no special
attention.
On the
hill top, Fred left a section planted to cabbage, and there are dozens of small
butterflies about, yellow and white seeming to travel haphazardly around the
field. Again, see from the road the butterflies too look numerous, and the
effect of fallow brown rows interspersed with mustard plants all green against
the distant hills, where the sky above is the deep autumn blue – it is an
idyllic scene.
When it
is quiet at these times, when there are no distracting sounds of cars or
people, save for the background work of the farm, it is simply beautiful here.
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