“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, children will learn about the anatomy of wheat and the functions of it’s different parts.
- Throughout the week memorize John 12:24, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”
- Consider discussing the parable about the wheat and the weeds from Matthew 13.
- Draw a wheat stalk, the head of the wheat, and a wheat berry, as desired, and label each part.
- For an older child: have them write about the function of each part (the wheat berry or kernel, beard, stem, leaves, roots).
- 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 on the notebook/journal page as desired.
- Consider adding how to plant wheat (what type of soil, sun vs. shade, how often to water etc), the different types of wheat, it’s uses, pictures from magazines or seed catalogs, this week’s memory verse, poems, recipes, and/or any memories to your garden notebook/journal as well.
- Place the page(s) in a protector when finished and include them in the garden notebook/journal.
- Take pictures and tag #theabundantgarden on Instagram to share your fun and for an opportunity to be featured @theabundantgarden.
“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).
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!