Anatomy of Wheat

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“If you could understand a single grain of wheat you would die of wonder.”  – Martin Luther

Anatomy of wheat: an activity for children of all ages. For ages wheat has been one of the most important food grain sources for humans. Most of us eat it, but what do we really know about it? In this activity you will learn about the anatomy of wheat and the functions of it’s different parts.

  • Supplies:
    • gardening journal
    • pencil
    • eraser
    • art medium of your choice (colored pencils, watercolors, etc.)
  • Draw a wheat stalk, the head of the wheat, and a wheat berry, as desired, and label each part. For an older child, you can also have them write about the function of each part.
  • Discuss the difference between whole wheat flour and white flour (wheat flour is made up of all three parts of the berry while white flour is bleached and made from the endosperm only). Talk about why whole wheat flour is better for you (when whole grains are refined to make white flour only the endosperm is used, which means the bran, the germ, and all of their beneficial nutrients are removed). Include this information in your journal as desired.
  • Include in your journal, how to plant wheat (what type of soil, sun vs. shade, how often to water etc). Consider discussing the parable of the wheat and tares found in Matthew 13.
  • Also include other things in your gardening journal such as recipes, poems, the different types of wheat, it’s uses, and/or pictures from magazines etc.

“This poem won an honourable mention prize of $5 in the poetry competition held by the Ottawa Branch of the Canadian Authors Association in 1946” (ceww.wordpress.com).

Fall Wheat
By Elizabeth E. Campbell
Autumn has burst the iridescent bubble
Of fairy summer; all her coloured riches
Lie tarnished now in hedgerows, hollow, ditches –
Oh sad gray land! Across the buckwheat stubble
Ashes of rose; upon the hill dun shadows
And pale, spent sun; and woodlands stripped and lean
Spell sorrow; – now, what is this strong rebellious green
Rivalling the brightest emerald of April’s meadows?
This is the autumn wheat! Oh, see, see
How it hurls its challenge at sleat, rain, mist –
Runs up to grey horizons, shakes a fist
And shouts defiance at winter’s treachery,
As if crying – World! World! remember the promise I show,
And my verdant fire ablaze beneath the snow!