I don’t grow many vegetables. Instead, I rely on generous gardening friends and neighbors to gift me with some of their bounty, and they usually do. I’d rather grow flowers. When I think of harvest time, I think back on the harvests of my childhood – on my family’s wheat ranch in Eastern Oregon.
Remembering the Wheat Harvest
Summer was (and still is) my favorite time of year. We would watch the growing wheat ripen, gradually turning from emerald green to gold (“amber waves of grain” is an apt description). My Dad would pray for wheat in May and June, which could make the difference between a good harvest and a poor one.
Wheat can’t be harvested until it has a low water content, which we would determine by taking a bucket of grain into town to be tested. Once the wheat was ready, usually in late July or early