The Farmer's Field

Earlier today I was looking down into the kitchen sink as I was washing the dishes. I thought to myself, "Something is out in the farmer's field." Looking up, I scanned the field. Nothing there except for the rhubarb that is not being tended. This is the last summer that we will have this beautiful field behind our house. They will begin to build 34 new homes back there this fall. Yuck. Devarshi's voice jerked me back into the present as he called to the boys from upstairs. "Boys, come quickly! Look, there is a deer in the farmer's field eating the rhubarb."