At the end of the lines standing boldly in the glinting sunlight three towering silos hold the farmers yield safely in their cavernous bellies. Overflowing with the hard work and daily toil of the farmers hands, ready for the harvests bounty to be collected and sent to market, a sign of completion and success when they are full. A reminder of hard times, drought, flood and fire when they don't meet their mark, a reoccurring cycle of seasons and life on the land.
The sky is painted prettily overhead, what finer office to do you trade in could ever exist? Neatly ploughed, finely tended and closely cropped, rich dark soil, the smell of grain in the air, beauty alive all around us.