A late happy 4th of July: Amber waves of blé

Like many of you, I grew up singing a national anthem about something I’d never seen: amber waves of grain. Not only had I never experienced them first hand; I certainly had no idea why one would sing an impossible melody to praise them. But I “get it” now. They are beautiful. They are necessary. They are the link between our survival and the earth we consider to be our domain.

Here, behind our little Burgundian town, I collect the wheat stalks that are left after harvesting and put them in flower arrangements. I’m not the only one. I see them in other people’s curtained windows when I walk past with the dog. It’s funny how you can be so far away from home and yet find so much to remind you of it—an ex-patriot’s unconscious compulsion, perhaps. I am happy here, but every day that passes confirms my Americanness. It’s a strange, strange thing…


Not every day, but as often as possible, we walk by this field. Every time, it’s a little different. The shadows fall just so. The colors shift toward warm or cool. The clouds are low, thick or non-existent. The gold is a little more golden. The ground a little harder. It’s worth it to revisit it again and again and again, no matter whose home soil it’s on. And so we do.

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11 Responses to A late happy 4th of July: Amber waves of blé

  1. Mom Moore says:

    I DO love this. . . the grain. . . and the sky! . . . the sky!

  2. suzi bittles says:

    I do love that even though you can take a girl out of her country… you can never take her country out of the girl…..happy belated 4th my american sister!

  3. Anna Harrison says:

    The stalks of wheat are also considered a blessing in a home; it is customary to have a few somewhere on a wall, in a vase – it’s good luck, ça porte chance!

  4. PEIROUX says:

    Hi Luna i’m coming soon…Nana.

  5. Janette says:

    I love the picture of your dog looking out over the field. It’s like seeing it through his/her eyes!

  6. I think she dreams of that field.

  7. Pingback: In Memory: Luna January 28, 1998 – December 20, 2012 | The Daily Cure

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