Somewhere In A Farmer’s Field


Tony walked through the pumpkin field, looking for the perfect one to turn into a prize winning Jack O’ Lantern. However, he couldn’t seem to spot one. All the pumpkins seemed too small and dis-formed. In fact, only a handful were orange colored and the rest were yellow, green, white, brown and black.

He stopped in the middle of the field and looked around. Deep down he knew the perfect pumpkin was out here. He put his hands in his pockets and began walking again. Rain began to fall, softly at first then harder, but he ignored it and fixed his eyes on the pumpkins passing his feet.

In the distance, he could hear a tractor and the sound of cows. For a few madding moments he thought Farmer Jones had taken the perfect pumpkin for himself. Of course everyone wanted to win the Harvest County Fair. Surely, the farmer had better things to put in then a Jack O’Lantern though and hadn’t they always had a good deal with buying products over the years of being neighbors?

Tony shook his head and carried on walking. Out here, somewhere, he knew the perfect pumpkin was just waiting for him to pick it up and carve out his final master piece.


Raspberry Picking

Entering the field, Meg wondered for the last time what the adventure Kai had decided to take her on was. Taking his hand, she looked around but still couldn’t figure it out. The long mixed grass swept out before them, framed by tall hedgerows hidden behind which was the wooden fence marking the meadow.

‘What are we doing?’ Meg asked.

Kai slipped his hand out of her’s and tugged his rucksack off. Meg tried to read his face as she had done countless times, but he was keeping a blank mask up.

‘A picnic?’ she pressed.

He shook his head and handed her a collapsible fabric basket. Kai took another one out then zipped up his bag.

He laughed, ‘Still don’t know?’

Meg pulled a face and looked around again,¬†‘Bug catching? I don’t know! I give up, just tell me!’

Kai  laughed, his smile broading and his eyes lighting up in that way she loved so much. He put his rucksack on and taking her hand walked over down the field. Large bushes with red berries, Meg had not noticed before, took shape before her.

‘What are they?’ she asked.

‘Have you never seen a raspberry before?’ Kai asked.

‘Yes, not like that though! But what as that got to do with our adventure date?’

‘We’re going to pick them.’

Meg stared, frowning and still wondering what was going on. Kai let go of her hand, stepped over and started picking the raspberries. He put them into his fabric basket then reached for some more.

‘Seriously?’ Meg uttered.

‘Yep, then we are going to make a pie,’ Kai answered.

Meg burst into laughter.

‘A good pie, with apples too,’ he added.

‘Okay, okay. This wasn’t really what I had in mind for an adventure.’

Kai shrugged, ‘I’ll take you rocking climbing or something next time. Get picking.’

Meg looked at the raspberries and reached for the nearest one. Gently, she pulled it off the bush and popped it into her basket. Then went for some more. She wondered for a moment how many they’d have to pick then catching the look on Kai’s face, she thought how lucky she was to have someone like him.

The Photographer

Barn, Lightning, Bolt, Storm, Thunderstorm, Clouds

Aaron stood in what had once been a corn field, but now only the broken stalks remained. The sky was a painting of color; greys, blacks, purples, yellows, oranges and pinks. He wondered if God had made the sky his canvas. It was raining in the distance, he could see it coming down on other the fields and it seemed to be making its way over to him.

Leaning against the tumbling outbuilding, he saw a fork of lightening. His breathing quickened and he began snapping photos as if his life depended on it. Which, in a way it kind of did. He turned, moved back and lined up the next angle.

He saw the lightening striking again on the screen and caught the image he had most wanted.