And it's been a good year -- except for the unusual amount of rain that has made it hard for the harvesters to get all the wheat cut. But, as agricultural bystanders, we've been enjoying the general satisfaction of seeing this year's highly productive wheat fields follow through in the natural progression of the seasons -- first there were the acres and acres of spring-green baby wheat (looked like well-manicured lawns) which slowly turned golden as the summer heated up, then the harvesters came to town these last couple of weeks, and one by one, the fields have been mowed into rows and rows of neatly combed stubble. And as the wheat has disappeared from the fields, it's appeared right here in our own back yard almost, filling up the grain towers to overflowing, and piling up in mountains of yellow grain, less than a quarter mile from our house.
Look at all that. Isn't it amazing? Bit by bit it disappears, and is loaded onto trains where it's exported to mills all over the world. Colorado winter wheat is used for yeast breads and hard rolls since it is high in protein and strong in gluten. I wonder if the bread in our internet friends' sandwiches (throughout the world!) is made from some of the wheat we see stored just beyond our fences. What a neat thought!
5. I love this Friday feature over at Crazy Working Mom . One thing we don't lack for out here on the prairies is skyscapes. Here are a couple from my files -- the first one taken a couple weeks ago, the second one taken last fall.

Fluffy, happy summer clouds over the back ten.
Peaceful sunset behind the pines out in the Lost Forest.
(About five miles to the south of us, out in the middle of the prairie, there is a meandering wood of evergreens, I guess three to five miles wide, that wanders from the edge of Denver way out into the middle of nowhere. I don't even know where it finally ends. It goes by several names, but I like the Lost Forest best. It's a beautiful, unexpected piece of heaven, and a pretty place to go for a quick drive on a Sunday afternoon.)
6. Our Renaissance Women. This bevy of beautiful girls compete against the boys in all sports, play a wicked hand of poker (Michelle taught them the game this morning), and sing like angels. 
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Emily, Maria, and Amanda (our friends visiting from Minnesota) singing the Ave Maria with Michelle in the Davis family "recording studio." We don't have a big screen tv or a wii or even a trampoline, but we have an empty grain bin with great acoustics to sing in...
7. Anybody out there want zucchini?I'll ship it to you.
































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