The barley in the fields is tall already, with the whiskered seed heads standing upright and tossed by the wind. The surface acres of crop move like waves in the sea as the breezes pass overhead. Soon the weight of ripening grain will cause the seed head spikes to keel over. For the moment, the stalks stand proud and the barley beards with their many spikelet awns are silhouetted against the sky.
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