Merrifield Farms

We didn't get a garden in this year because of all the rain... but alas the seed of a white pumpkin that was discarded last fall has taken over our fire pit. We currently have 2 white pumpkins. I've already found my prince... and I think I'll pass on glass slippers... but I might have a few other requests for my fairy godmother if she decides to turn these beauties into royal carriages.

The wheat is turning. Green bleaching gold.

His mercies are new every morning.

If you listen closely you can hear it growing... at least that's what Poppa said.

The light tonight! How do green grain heads refract gold? The air itself illuminated. No humidity... small air whispering cool. And mysterious little globe caught floating above grass... pollen? dust? G? A happy fractal dancing on light's stage. Breathless.