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!
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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
with abundance...

and the valleys are mantled with grain;
they shout for joy and sing.
Psalm 65:9-13