The Green, Green Grass of Home

     The Fertile Crescent was located in the historical region comprised of Ancient Egypt, the Levant and Mesopotamia. Though this area no longer exists in the prominent political state it once did it remains to many The Cradle of Civilization, home to the origins of writing, complex societies and modern agriculture practices; arguably the birthplace of modern mankind. It was in the welcoming climate and lush fields of the Fertile Crescent that wheat was first domesticated and took a prominent place in the development of society as we know it. Though the crescent has seen its day and passed into an uncertain night the wild einkorn and emmer that birthed the multitude still watch over the descendants in shades of green and gold. Here, half a world away, their offspring, in the form of winter wheat, is waist high and stretches out behind the house in endless acres to the horizon.

     The gaze of the dying day crowns the stalks in coronets of burnished light. Liquid gold rushes and sways above the earth in flowing currents as far as the eye can see. The bottom of the yard, where the lawn ends and the wheat begins, is the only place the foundation can be seen. There the individual stalks stand in sharp contrast to the golden plane above. The wheat is a living mass bending to the will of the wind and reflecting the colours of the sky. In the morning the secret travels of deer are betrayed in wide swathes where their passage has disturbed the dew. Swallows skim over the waves of golden green, that break as the lake crests, looking for dinner in the still twilight hours. Blackbirds, crows, robins and meadowlarks settle among the stalks all-a-gossip while keeping a mother’s proud eye on fledglings fumbling up to the sky (the amber is a softer place to fall after all).

     The rank and file, beetles, ants, and centipedes, wind their way through galleries lined with massive columns of corded green. On the ground below the days are not marked by a tick tock but the angle of light passing through the great ceiling of towering honey and fresh cress. Even under the bright blaze of noon or the driving rain of a summer storm the wheat stretches above in a seemingly endless and eternal protection from the great wide sky. Winged insects traverse the upper reaches of the flaxen firmament. True to each ones’ nature they careen wildly from side to side or gently round the tawny trunks. Bees harvest the clover that grows hidden in the shadow of the wheat while flies and mosquitoes hide from the heat of day. Dragonflies and damselflies patrol the ceiling and spiders spin their webs from stalk to stalk hoping to catch the harvest that lives within. Just past the border foxes and raccoons leave the remains of midnight repasts. Puddles of baby soft feathers trickle in shades of eider grey and odd shaped bones gnawed thin at the edges by pointed teeth gleam a dull white.

     Come August the wheat that has blushed copper with the heat of the sun will fall beneath the farmer’s blade. The stalks that sheltered and fed a multitude in the field will leave to feed and shelter others…but August has yet to come. Now in June, even when there is no wind, the wheat sways with a communal rhythm of its own. Deep emerald touched with gold, it moves with us, walking the same path start to finish, growing, feeding, sheltering, urging us on through time and through tide…the green, green grass of home.

17 thoughts on “The Green, Green Grass of Home

  1. First of all: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you! (and we\’re not old, thankyouverymuch – we\’re in our prime…well, unless you count gardening, in which case I\’m an old, rusty body).  I hope you\’re doing something special, or at the very least your day isn\’t crap 😉
    I was actually thinking about this yesterday, how 90% of the people I love are Gemini\’s..odd, eh?
    I love Wilbur Smith Egyptian books, like Seventh Scroll, and this reminds me of how much I need to sink into a good book (and get html off the brain, ugh).
    As far as the move, the link is Say Anything and I do hope you stop by until you make the plunge yourself. 
    Happy, happy year to you, o sweet Lorna 🙂


  2. Happy Birthday , I now know why we relate so well ! Poor thing….
    The smells coming from a green field is sweet to the nose before the nests are vacated and the stench of the August sun spoiled grasses come.


  3. @Indie
    Many thanks for the good wishes…it was crap though but what can you do? I actually had Ramen Noodles for dinner yeahhhhh. blah
    I am waist deep in books myself (along with the wheat out back). I\’ve never heard of Wilbur Smith. I\’ll have to look him up. Your new place looks very classy I must say 😉
    I\’ll try to drop by more often
    Thanks Toad…do I detect a birthday out your way? 😉


  4. I am full up Ms. Doone — full up full up — and need to empty out soon or I will implode
    You are a talented writer, by the way, if I haven\’t said before, but know I have *smile*


  5. by the way, I have a "Featured Author/Writer" and "Featured Website", etc thing I do on my website – not the MSN blog, but my "professional" website – I\’d like to put put you there, I would probably do it as "Featured Website" but would want to emphasize the writing – two in one.


  6. Thanks for dropping by my site and leaving a comment!  It\’s been too long since I\’ve been visiting here and this was a nice reminder to do so!
    Thanks and all the best to you on your special day!


  7. thanks for the comment. I haven\’t visited your site in a while. Yes, I think sometimes that no dad is better than a bad one as well, but my son is 13 and wants his dad. It is sad all around.


  8. Hi, thanks for your comment under the Stephen Colbert blog.  I love how he hates bears, just because. Please keep coming back I love to see regular visitors.Aaron.


  9. @Indie
    And it was OLD Ramen I found at the back of the cupboard =P
    It may sound odd but I\’m looking forward to the explosion, lol!
    Many thanks =)
    You love who you love don\’t you? Hopefully your son\’s father will open up his eyes and try to become the person your son needs in his life. Every child needs a dad…a good dad. It can make all the difference in the world.
    I love the Repor(t). Smart and funny and no BEARS =D
    I so glad to see you didn\’t get washed away in the storms! Those clouds looked pretty scary.


  10. You don\’t have to do a thing…I go to my website page and have "Featured Website" and then I put up link(s)…
    go to http:/ and see where you\’ll be, if you\’d like.
    As soon as I do it, I\’ll let you know –  it will be within the next couple of days.


  11. Beautiful writing as usual.  I had to get out my third eye.  (small font) for my old eyes.
    Have a graet weekend!


  12. @Kat
    My hubby is developing a third eye of his own so I do know where you\’re coming from.
    I am constantly amazed at what happens in my own vicinity if I\’m willing to actually look around me.


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