What is it about a ripe wheat field that captures my imagination?

I love to see the wind rippling through the field, teasing the dancing heads of grain and causing a wave of color change.

The fragrance of the mowed wheat sticks in my memory, bringing with it a host of childhood memories of driving along country roads with my parents.

On the drive home from the Midwest Fiber and Folk Art Fair today, I got off the highway and took a side road. My reward was this scene of newly mown wheat. It made me smile.

What small miracle did you find today?