Thursday, July 10, 2008
The art of farming
We saw some beautiful farmland in Idaho nestled between the mountains, hills, and canyons. The sweeping lines, dividing colors, sprays of irrigation, all lent themselves to a quilt of furrows and crops. We kept asking ourselves, "Where are the potatoes?" We think the green in the last photo might actually be spuds!
The streams of God are filled with water
to provide the people with grain,
for you have ordained it.
You drench its furrows
and level its ridges;
you soften it with showers
and bless its crops.
You crown the year with your bounty,
and your carts overflow
and the valleys are mantled with grain;
they shout for joy and sing.