There's something lovely about a field of barley. It take me back to childhood memories of walks through barley fields singing the traditional folk song, 'Oats and beans and barley grow' and picking stems to twirl.
I can't be the only one to love them either as there are many poems and songs which mention them. I particularly like Ted Hughes opening lines from his poem Barley.
'Each grain is like seed of gold bullion. When you turn a heap with a shovel it pours With heavy magic of wealth.
Each individual piece of the barley is hand cut, ground and copperfoiled before the thin wire rachilla hairs, (and yes I did have to look that up) are attached
This listing is for 1 stem of barley only.
Height 31cm overall, (not including the wire hairs)