So, if anyone was ever curious as to the origins of the beloved cereal Wheaties...
it's right here. In France. Among these lovely swaying fields of... WHEAT!
it's right here. In France. Among these lovely swaying fields of... WHEAT!
Ok, well maybe that's a stretch, but isn't it wonderful?Delicate, breezy, summery, flowing.

Wheat stretches on forever in all directions...
...in fields of all sizes.And then, right when you begin to notice the fields and admire them
for their simplicity and calmness...SOMEONE comes to mow them down.
for their simplicity and calmness...SOMEONE comes to mow them down.
Up and down, up and down, up and down he goes.I was going to say up and down he ZOOMS, but it's more like a
slow trot, building up dust and debris along the way.
Yay, one row down....734,000 to go!
This farmer is in his own little confined world, wherehe is hopefully untouched by the wheat clouds swirling about him.
Goodnight wheat fields, and goodbye until next season.

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