I love the look of a newly ploughed field - I can't drive past one without remarking on it's loveliness (I'm sure anyone who drives with me regularly thinks I'm completely mad). It seems to me to signify a rebirth, a renewal...no matter if the harvest was good or bad, the soil is deeply dug, turned over and shows a new face to the world, virginal and ready to begin a new cycle of life. Maybe it's also a reminder that nothing stays the same, seasons come and go, sowing and harvesting according to the weather and in rotation...sunshine and showers working in harmony with the soil and next year there will be wheat instead of corn. Maybe it also makes me think of our own sowing and harvesting, choices and decisions, results and consequences....
Bare soil offers all sorts of possibilities - seeds sown, nurtured under ground until the weather warms up again and a new season's crop comes to fruition.
As I drove through the countryside this morning, en route to the final day of my course placement, the bare fields were glistening with frost, leaves swirling gently to the ground alongside the car window and Nigel Kennedy was playing Vivaldi's Autumn from the Four Seasons on the radio.....perfection....hope your week is perfect too........s
