Harvest Time
Story
I grew up on a farm in the Midwest and remember harvesting wheat from a very young age with both my grandfathers. We would always scoop up a handful out of the wagon, blow the chaff off, and then chew it until the gluten formed gum in our mouths. I didn’t enjoy baling hay, but wheat straw was clean, shiny, and light, making baling it a breeze.
Wheat speaks to me of harvest. Though the harvest was work, there was always a sense of accomplishment. You also can’t bale alone, so there was always the comradery of generations working together to bring in the harvest.
Product Description
12” Metal wire sculpture with a Patina finish
Story
I grew up on a farm in the Midwest and remember harvesting wheat from a very young age with both my grandfathers. We would always scoop up a handful out of the wagon, blow the chaff off, and then chew it until the gluten formed gum in our mouths. I didn’t enjoy baling hay, but wheat straw was clean, shiny, and light, making baling it a breeze.
Wheat speaks to me of harvest. Though the harvest was work, there was always a sense of accomplishment. You also can’t bale alone, so there was always the comradery of generations working together to bring in the harvest.
Product Description
12” Metal wire sculpture with a Patina finish
Story
I grew up on a farm in the Midwest and remember harvesting wheat from a very young age with both my grandfathers. We would always scoop up a handful out of the wagon, blow the chaff off, and then chew it until the gluten formed gum in our mouths. I didn’t enjoy baling hay, but wheat straw was clean, shiny, and light, making baling it a breeze.
Wheat speaks to me of harvest. Though the harvest was work, there was always a sense of accomplishment. You also can’t bale alone, so there was always the comradery of generations working together to bring in the harvest.
Product Description
12” Metal wire sculpture with a Patina finish