Wheat

Very hectic day today. Racing home from the supermarket (where it's nice and cool, unlike my oven of a house), I remembered that I hadn't found anything to blip. This wheat will have to do. A tractor trundled past as I was snapping this picture. The farmer driving it looked askance at me, my camera, and the wheat. He made circular motions with his index finger pointing to his temple, then sped off, grinning broadly.

My son has returned from 12 days of swim training in the south of France with an enviable tan, broader shoulders and laundry MOST foul. I did consider blipping the contents of his reeking suitcase but thought better of it.