Something magical is happening at StoneGable. I dream of this event often! It has only occurred twice before in 16 years.
My field of dreams is corn! Corn planted around 3 sides of our home, enclosing us like tall green walls.
There is something cozy and comforting about the wall of corn. A feeling of quiet peace!
I have been dreaming of corn ever since I saw the farmers planting it in the spring! I knew that the corn would get big and tall and stand as rows and rows of sentinels guarding us and making StoneGable a private haven!
We sit right out in the open with fields all around... lots of beautiful vistas! But when the corn comes to our borders we get a few precious months feeling secluded, like cupped in the hand of God! Like we are little and safe!
Here in Lancaster County the fields are a magnificent sight to see, especially the gently rolling fields of corn.
I take corn personally! I am so thankful when it is doing well... nurtured with a perfect balance of sunshine and rain. I worry for it when it's big bending leaves roll together and spike to the sky like hands together praying for rain. I should know better than to worry. Corn is resilient and has a strong will to survive! It has an inner strength and determination to do well no matter the situation! I admire this greatly!
So my field of dreams has literally come. I will enjoy it's visit. Expectantly I will watch as it bears it's heavy ears and develops silky tassels that look like plumes on a drum major's hat. It is an amazing sight.
Eventually it will turn soft colors of blond and brown and Autumn. And it will show off if it's new attire, too! The wind will blow through it and it will flutter and turn and rustle like a taffeta ball gown being twirled by it's wearer! I love that sound! I will sit on my back porch swing wrapped in a quilt, close my eyes and just listen to it's dance!
And then one day it will be gone! Just like that. And the countryside will be wide and open and spacious once more. And I'll be thankful for the change... and start dreaming all over again!
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Yvonne, such a beautiful post. We have a cornfield behind us too and it is truly magnificent to see. Enjoy your field of dreams. Hugs, Marty
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you posted this today, Yvonne! You live in such an impressively beautiful place. Those vistas are just dreamy.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful - your post took me to a magical place!
ReplyDeleteDianne
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Just Dreamy!!! I love what you wrote and understand completely!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is how I feel about our hayfield when it is long and tall. It sways in the wind and is the most luscious border. I hate to see it cut down, but then that brings a new excitement all of it's own.
Happy dreaming, enjoy!!
I got a peaceful feeling come over me just READING your post! The corn is beautiful and you are right, Lancaster County is GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! XO,Pinky
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful dream you shared~
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy your field of dreams is a reality! I love seeing the corn fields too, it reminds me of my childhood and my grandparent's farm! The corn along our road makes it feel like a tiny path each summer and I love that feeling! Enjoy your little piece of paradise!!
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... a time to plant and a timwe to harvest ... I grew up with three walls of corn around me ... I know of each and every emotion of which you speak.
ReplyDelete... as a kid, though I LOVED the harvest, the sound of the combines, the flurry of dust in the air, and best of all taking my sweet Dad his lunch in a cooler packed with Mom's creations.
He'd stop just long enough to savour each bite and give us all a kiss ... then he'd make the climb back into the cab ...just to do it all over again ... row by row and field by field ... working into the warm September evening ...
Ahh, boy I love your thoughts- just lovely- I can see myself there and hear the corn in the fall! I was just over your way last weekend (Malvern area) and the corn was twice as tall as it is here! I can well understand your enjoying the fields of green so close to you! I know farmers rotate crops but I'm surprised they haven't planted the corn there more often! I love Lancaster County- I was there a bunch back in the mid 90's...Bird in Hand, Intercourse, Paradise, Strasburg (took the train ride) :) Loved it all. We watched Amish farmers plowing fields with their horses...what a treat! Beautiful- beautiful area!
ReplyDelete... oh and thank you for paving the way for this flood of flashbacks ... I wrote a post early on in blogging ... all about his retirement, the farm auction, and the memories of growing up on a farm.
ReplyDeletefarmgirl hugs to you, Yvonne
Your eloquence with words is only surpassed by the beauty of your photographs. Thanks so much for sharing this with all of us today!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Pippa
You made this city girl swoon over the life of country girls.Gorgeous photos and verse.Denise
ReplyDeleteYou write so beautifully. I felt as if I were listening to a beautiful symphony as I read about your field of dreams. I would love it too. It is truly breathtaking. Your font and color changes are so"your signature" and so neat. I was in Lancaster County in 2002 in the fall antiquing on our way to Brimfield. It was so pleasant I would have enjoyed staying several days instead of several hours.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Yvonne! The corn is beautiful and it's really special that you are so grateful for your surroundings-enjoy:@)
ReplyDeleteI can't remember chapter and verse, but there is a scripture that refers to corn. It talks about the tiny treasure that is hidden iat the top of the mass of what will ultimately become waste. That tiny ear of corn is hidden at the top of that tall stalk, just like the treasure that is Christ within us is hidden deep within us. Often there is much about us that has no eternal value, but that tiny jewel within us makes us have value. I thought of that encouraging lesson when I read your post. Thanks. Cherry Kay
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. Yvonne. You live in a beautiful part of the country. One of my favorite places to visit anytime of year. xo,
ReplyDeleteEvery other year we have corn in the field behind us. It is corn this year, last year was soy beans. I love the smell of corn on hot summer days.
ReplyDeleteAt the farm, our crops were rotated every year, as far as soy beans and corn. I also loved when we had wheat. Wheat fields are generally green during winter. It is always pleasant to see those green fields in otherwise brown landscapes.
Loved your photos!
Beautiful and peaceful sight. I have a dairy farm next to me and the Farmer just planted his corn late last month. Couldn't figure why...he usually plants it much earlier. I love it when it's full grown...feels so sheltering.
ReplyDeleteI just had to comment on what a lovely blog you have and how much I enjoy it. I never knew corn could look so beautiful...great photos.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. Your description is perfect! Surrounding us are trees and a hayfield that was just cut... the fragrence was magnificent. Enjoy your field of dreams.. hugs ~lynne~
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful. rolling hills of verdant green. Nourishment. Seclusion.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful the Lord provides! many blessings, marlis
Hi Yvonne...
ReplyDeleteWhat gorgeous photos, my friend! I'm sooo happy that your "field of dreams" is being realized this year! I live in the country as well and the beauty of the fields of crops still amazes me! Here in northeastern Colorado, we have fields of green corn next to fields of golden wheat. The colors are sooo beautiful! God is such an awesome creator...ohhh...the glorious scenery that He paints for us! Thank you for sharing your beautiful scenery with us today!
Warmest summery wishes,
Chari
I agree. I love the corn fields. We have one across the road and so aren't hemmed in by them...but I so enjoy watching the corn come up and mature.
ReplyDeleteIt has its own quiet beauty.
Yvonne, I loved your enthusing and musing about corn. We used to live where they planted corn in our back yard -- it was field corn. As a child I would run through the corn. We were always given table corn if we wouldn't plant it as it would affect the feed corn. One year they planted cabbages instead -- this was right in the Cabbage Patch Doll phase. My father would always tease the little cousins that they should go out and look for a doll under the cabbage. Enjoy your corn fortress. Joni
ReplyDeleteWOW ~ great pics of a wonderful setting.
ReplyDelete'hugs from afar'
Beautiful post Yvonne!! Martina
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post Yvonne!! Martina
ReplyDeleteAlthough your field corn is not edible, I just posted about good old country grilled corn with butter and Parmesan cheese!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Yvonne! Wish I could see it in person.
ReplyDeleteBe a sweetie,
Shelia ;)
Thanks for sharing Yvonne. It's just lovely. And sweet to the soul for those of us who live in places live AZ and rarely get to see such lovely green waving in the wind. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteThis was just beautiful, Yvonne! And your photos are stunning. Your description was so perfect that I could almost hear the wind blowing through the fields. And I loved the thought of living in a home cupped in the hand of God. You are truly blessed.
ReplyDeleteYvonne, my favorite corn and cantaloupes come from Lancaster and York Counties. It's been too many years since I've had either of these delights. I envy you having those beautiful fields of corn to watch grow each summer.
ReplyDeleteIs the farm next to you Amish or Mennonite?
Your pictures truly take my breath away!! I love a corn field and somehow appreciate it more as I get older, strange huh? I guess we come full circle as we mature and see the beauty in everything but in particular in nature and the small things in life. Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post! How wonderful to live in such a lovely setting! Thanks for sharing....I can almost hear the corn rustling!
ReplyDeleteYvonne, You really brought me back to a special place with this post! My parents moved to York Pa. from NY when I was 18. It was mid july when I drove down to see them in their new home and became lost. When I finally found a phone and called them (no gps or cel in those days), they asked where I was...of course the only thing I could tell them was that all I could see was acres of corn fields. I did eventually find my way there, but boy there is something to all of the corn growing in Lancaster. Also, the first meal waiting was a barbque that included corn. I loved this post!!
ReplyDeletethis is stunning..what everyone else has said and more...
ReplyDeleteI love your post and the way you express yourself. You are blessed with many talents. I love your pictures too! We were just in Lancaster County a month ago and LOVE the area!!You are truly blessed with many things! Enjoy your corn fields!
ReplyDeleteMy family, too, is wrapped in the security of a corn 'privacy fence' ... how wonderful that you feel the same way and expressed it so beautifully! Love your blog!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! My grandfather was a champion grower of corn -- his big cash crop. I remember as a child riding around on the tractor with him a few times in the corn field. Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! My grandfather was a champion grower of corn -- his big cash crop. I remember as a child riding around on the tractor with him a few times in the corn field. Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeletelovely post!!! I would so frame those pictures and hang them in my kitchen!!!
ReplyDeleteThis looks so magical. How lucky for you to be surrounded by such a glorious fence.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for being a part of Seasonal Sundays.
- The Tablescaper
Spectacular. You are a good Christian model. I added you to my blog list.
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