Denzel’s Corner
Florence was excited. The class at her small
school in the country was going on holiday. Soon she’d be home amongst the
wheat paddocks on her parents’ farm for two whole weeks.
Florence was very excited.
She was looking forward to long days helping her dad with the wheat, and sitting
in the cab of his big tractor. She was looking forward to helping her mum in
the house and the vegetable garden and the chookyard, and in town too. She was
looking forward to some special days out, maybe even riding a horse.
And she was looking forward to visitors –
holidays are always good for visitors.
Visitors like …. Denzel! Yay!
Denzel was excited too. The term at his school in
the city was almost over. Soon he would be leaving his classmates behind,
and heading off with his family on a big two week holiday.
They were going almost halfway across Australia,
and stopping at lots of interesting places along the way.
Denzel had another reason to be excited too. Because
when school finished he finally got to bring home his special surprise,
something he and all his classmates had been doing together for the last few weeks.
Here’s what it was:
Growing wheat in school:
1.
Sprinkle
wheat seeds over a moist cotton-wool covered plate.
2.
Make
sure to keep the cotton-wool moist – sprinkle a little water on the plate each
day.
3.
Watch
the seeds, and see how many start to grow (‘germinate’).
4.
Watch
how fast the seeds grow into a thick wheat grass. After only a few weeks, the
wheat grass can easily stand up to 20 centimetres tall – and if transplanted to
the earth, wheat can grow to around 90 centimetres tall as it matures.
Denzel had been growing wheat from seed, and now the wheat on his paper plate was taller than his hand.
When he took it home to show his family, they
were very impressed. Denzel was very proud. He wished he could keep the wheat
forever, and watch it grow and grow.
Soon it was time for the family to pile into the
car and head west. The holiday had begun. Denzel couldn’t bring himself to
leave his plate of wheat behind. Instead, he found a place for it in the car.
As part of their holiday plan, Denzel’s family would visit Florence’s family and stop overnight on their farm. Once they
arrived, Florence and Denzel had all of the rest of that day, and all of the
next day until Denzel left, to do things together.
Florence had so much to show Denzel because he
had never been to a farm before. She showed him the chookyard, and where the
hens laid the eggs. They fed the chickens together, and collected the eggs. He’d
never seen the inside of a chookyard before, or collected eggs (he only broke a
few). Florence even introduced him to her special chicken friend.
Florence showed Denzel
everything she could think of. She showed him the big sheds where they kept the
tractors, farm equipment and stores. She showed him the horses, and taught him
their names.
Denzel had never seen such a big veggie patch. He
and Florence picked carrots together, and peas, and tomatoes. Florence’s mum
helped wash them, and wrap them up, for Denzel and his family to take along on
their trip.
And he’d never thrown rocks into a dam before
either, as the shadows grew long in the late afternoon, and the temperature
started to drop.
That night, Denzel and his family slept in a tent
under a clear sky filled with stars – another first for the big city boy.
The next morning, Denzel led Florence out to his family
car. Now it was his turn to show Florence something. There on the floor in the
back was … his plate of wheat! The wheat he’d grown at school, the wheat he was
so proud of. The wheat he’d brought all the way to the farm.
The kids looked at the plate, and the wheat growing
there. Then they looked at the wheat paddocks around the house. The paddocks
went on for kilometers in every direction. The tops of the wheat crop stood
nearly chest high on the kids, and swooshed and swayed in the soft, cool, early
morning breeze. Deep and strong, like water in an ocean.
Then they looked back at Denzel’s plate of wheat.
He held it up so the wind could blow through his wheat as well. It looked
strong too, small and strong.
Denzel looked back and forth, at the paddock, at
the plate. Then he looked at Florence. And he asked:
“Would you like to look after my wheat Florence?”
Florence didn’t know what
to say. She looked at her mum – her mum looked back at her. She looked at her
dad – her dad looked back at her. She looked back at Denzel and said:
“Yeah, sure.”
Denzel smiled. Florence smiled. Everybody smiled.
“Can you grow it as big and strong as
your wheat?” Denzel asked.
“We can try, and … see what happens!” said
Florence, with a big smile.
“You’ll be great at looking after it, I can tell,”
said Denzel, and he looked again at the wheat paddocks, as if his little plate
of wheat was already there, growing thick and strong in the sunshine.
“Want to help me feed the horses?” asked Florence, and the two
kids raced away, towards the horse paddock, leaving Denzel’s wheat behind,
forgotten for the moment.
But not forgotten completely.
Before long, it was time to go. Denzel and
his family piled into the car, and headed off, back to the highway and the rest
of their holiday.
After they’d gone, Florence and her parents
looked at Denzel’s little plate of wheat, and decided that the sooner they released
it from the little plate into a wheat field with all the other wheat, the better.
The paddock behind the house took up four square
kilometers, but it only had four corners, and they walked to the one little
corner closest to the house. While Florence’s dad went off to do some other
work, she and her mum transplanted the wheat, from the cotton wool, to the dark moist soil of the wheat paddock.
Florence had the best time on the farm that
holiday. There were visits to town, to relatives, to the river. There were more
visitors to the farm, and toy boat races on the dam. There were long horse
rides, and long days helping out.
Every day of the holidays, Florence made checking
on Denzel’s wheat one of her chores, just like collecting the eggs. Every day she
walked to the corner of the paddock to check it was still alright.
Denzel had a great holiday too, visiting lots of
interesting new places, staying with relatives, making new friends. But he kept
thinking about Florence, and his little plate of wheat.
Soon though, the kids were back in class with
their mates, learning new things, and looking forward to the long summer break.
Denzel and Florence both remembered the little
plate of wheat sometimes, the one they’d transplanted from Denzel’s classroom
to its own little corner in Florence’s paddock. But then their thoughts turned
to other things.
Meanwhile, as summer approached, the wheat grew
to full size, and slowly turned from green to brown. The wind, when it blew
across the wheat now, made a rustling sound.
Soon, it was ready to be harvested, and
Florence’s dad was getting the big machines ready to do the job, hiring
farmhands, making arrangements to sell the crop.
One night at dinner, Florence said “I wonder what
happened to Denzel’s wheat?” The very next day after school, she and her mum
headed out to take a look.
“Oh,” said Florence,
because all the wheat looked the same. It had all grown tall and turned brown.
“Which is Denzel’s wheat?” her mum asked.
Florence looked and looked.
It all looked the same! But then she knew.
“It’s here mum, this is Denzel’s corner, here.
Look, his wheat has grown up with ours!”
“Mum,” she said, “We should keep it for him, for
when he comes to visit again, to show him.”
“He’d be so happy!”
But Florence’s mum had another plan, and Florence
agreed it was the best plan, and so they did it.
One morning soon after, Denzel’s
teacher was very happy to tell her class she had a special surprise for them.
She explained that a big package had arrived at the school, addressed to ‘Denzel’s Class’, and she brought it out for
them to open.
Inside they found three things: a large bundled sheaf of
wheat, a big bag of wheat seeds, and a letter. Here’s what the letter said:
Dear Class,
Hello from the farm! How are you all? We hope
you’re enjoying school.
We’re writing to you because we had a visit last
holidays from Denzel in your class. He told us that you’d been learning about
the life-cycle of plants, and growing your own wheat. He even brought his wheat
with him to show us.
We had some wheat to show him too. That’s because
we live on a wheat farm. And when Denzel left, he left his wheat with us, and
we planted it, in a special corner of the paddock.
Our wheat’s grown now, and been harvested. And in
this package is a sheaf of wheat, from Denzel’s corner of the wheat field, and
also a big bag of wheat seeds, so you can see what it looks like before it’s
turned into flour.
Hope you have as much fun with it as we had
sending it.
Florence (and her mum)
Denzel’s class had a great time with
their wheat sheaf and bag of wheat. They looked at the photos from earlier in
the year, photos of themselves with their small plates of wheat, and they
compared it with the big sheaf. They looked at the seeds of wheat, still on the
stalk, and at the big bag of seeds Florence
had sent them. They found a special pride of place in the classroom to keep the
wheat sheaf and the photos.
Denzel was very proud.
The next day, Denzel’s teacher took the whole
class on an excursion to the local shops, so they could watch the grocer at the
food co-op turn most of their wheat seed into flour. He put the seeds into the
top of a machine, which ground them up, and milled them into a fine flour, which
came out the bottom to be gathered up in a bag. Flour just like the flour you
use to make a cake.
And that’s exactly what the class did. They took
their fresh flour back to school and mixed and baked a cake, big enough that
everyone had a piece. Here’s the recipe they used:
(INSERT: simple cake recipe)
And there were still enough wheat seeds left that
the teacher said she would use them for next year’s class, when it was their turn to learn
about the life-cycle of plants, and grow wheat in a plate.
A few days later, Florence got a thank you letter. Denzel put his name there with all the other kids. There was a
photo of the class too, eating their cake, and of a special piece of cake on a
plate for Florence, even though she couldn’t be there in person.
After they read the letter and looked at the
photos, Florence and her parents walked out from the house, and down along the
track to the corner of the wheat paddock where they’d transplanted Denzel’s
little plate of wheat all those months ago.
Florence looked at the wheat stubble on the earth
there.
“Looks just like the rest of the paddock,” she
said.
“Yep,” said her dad.
“But dad,” she said, “this is Denzel’s Corner!”
Every crop after that, every year, Florence would ask her dad,
“How’s the wheat going at Denzel’s Corner, dad?”
And he’d tell her that maybe she’d better go and
take a look.
So she would. And afterwards, she’d come back and have
a look in her box of special things too, at the photo of all the smiling kids, far
away in the city, eating cake made with wheat from Denzel’s Corner.
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Ric Curnow, February 2016
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