food for thought

There's music in my heart all day,
I hear it late and early,
It comes from fields are far away,
The wind that shakes the barley.

Above the uplands drenched with dew
The sky hangs soft and pearly,
An emerald world is listening to
The wind that shakes the barley.

Above the bluest mountain crest
The lark is singing rarely,
It rocks the singer into rest,
The wind that shakes the barley.

Oh, still through summers and through springs
It calls me late and early.
Come home, come home, come home, it sings,
The wind that shakes the barley. 

Katharine Tynan

At this time of year it's always lovely to see the crops ripening in the fields, especially the golden barley. I had been in town, arranging Virginia's funeral and stopped on my way home to take a photo. On BBC R4 at the same time was a programme all about video gaming and food, which was fascinating. Barley is off limits for me nowadays as it contains gluten, but fortunately all the gluten is gone by the time it's made into a nice single malt :-)