Between Morgan and New Ulm, Minnesota.
AS MOODY GREY SKIES—the kind that inspire a poet to pen poetry—loomed in southern Minnesota on Sunday afternoon, farmers hastened in the fields.
Near Mankato, Minnesota.
You could almost sense the urgency so late in the planting season.
Near Mankato.
It was as if time pressed above the earth, folded in the fabric of draping clouds.
Near Mankato.
Below, farmers stitched seeds into soil.
Near Delhi.
Hope of harvest in the prairie land.
Between Belview and Delhi.
The promise of spring fulfilled.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
As always your words beauty to the pictures. My farmer blogger friend Val finished their planting earlier this week. Must be an awfully great feeling to have it done.
Thanks, Beth Ann. After such a late spring, I’m sure farmers are relieved to be wrapping up planting. I still have some flower seeds to sow.
“…..stitched seeds into soil”……love it!!!!! All’s quiet here. Planting is completed on our ridge and there is the silence that occurs between planting and haying. Time to wash the windows!!!!!! LOL!!!! Hugs…………….
I’m ahead of you. Started washing windows last week.
Oh, the smell of freshly-mown alfalfa. Love that scent.
Yup, especially from the saddle of a motorcycle!!!!!!
What a lovely poetic post today, Audrey.
Sometimes photos prompt poetry.
Looking promising! I love witnessing (through your photography) the changing of the seasons – even though this Spring has seen delay after delay after delay. It’s our first day of winter tomorrow! Beautiful poetic words, Audrey xx
Thank you, Charlie. Last evening my husband and I dined on our patio. So lovely. Candlelight and tabletop fountain. Later we strung outdoor lights across the patio to set an inviting mood once darkness fell. Mosquitoes chased us indoors for awhile, but then we ventured back outside later to no mosquitoes.