Whether in sunshine or storm there is no shelter--no medium; the wind rushes over with its utmost fury, or the heat rests on it undisturbed by the faintest current.

Yet, sultry as it is, the footpath is a pleasant one to follow.
The wheat ears, all but ripe--to the ordinary eye they are ripe, but the farmer is not quite satisfied--rise to the waist or higher, and tempt the hand to pluck them.

Butterflies flutter over the surface, now descending to some flower hidden beneath, now resuming their joyous journey.

There is a rich ripe feeling in the very atmosphere, the earth is yielding her wealth, and a delicate aroma rises from her generous gifts.

Far as the eye can see, the rolling plains and slopes present various tints of yellow--wheat in different stages of ripeness, or of different kinds; oats and barley--till the hedges and woods of the vale conceal the farther landscape on the one hand and the ridge of the hills upon the other.
Nothing conveys so strong an impression of substantial wealth as the view of wheat-fields.