Fog relented just enough this morning to capture this sunrise.

Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.

Beyond a bare already harvested soybean field, a combine chews its way through another soybean crop.
Living and working in a rural area has its advantages and drawbacks, as does living anywhere. I count as an advantage – a blessing – seeing this clear evidence of the changing seasons, of seeing where food comes from, of who harvests it and how.


Fields throughout southwest Ontario are almost ready for spring planting. Winter wheat is just beginning to green up.