The long days yawn ahead.
Long and lazy.
Pyjama clad, Croc footed I head for the fields with the lark and Boodle.
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First stop the Cowshed, new doors fresh paint!
Actually re-claimed doors but let's not quibble it's too early...
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The fields are humming already. Choirs of insects sing ~ the grasses sway. The dew drops balance like pearls of sweat, the flowers tangle with the grass, no-one is sure who came with who to this dance.
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Where the field runs into the garden fringes it seems to be beckoning the roses, "go wild!"
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And the long day yawns ahead.
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The fields are "half-cut!" Drowsy and swoon inducing is the scent of a fallen wildflower meadow. Sorrel, Sweet Vernal, Birdsfoot Trefoil, Tufted Vetch, Clover, seeds and husks all jumbled like a giant bowl of nature's pot-pourri. It smells so sweet...honeydew, golden mead. I think it may be the greatest tea I'll never taste. The tractor drowns out the insects. Cutting long into the evening and the dark.
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Dusk is purple and gold. I head for the fields with Sauvignon and Boodle.
We yawn, the long day stretches behind us.
Food for the winter.
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I suspect I am talking to myself, but should you happen upon this post "Hello! Hello!"
I have been, and continue to be "here" Down the Lane. We are building a new piece of Lane which, whilst exciting, is also utterly terrifying and consuming. I promise to share all with you once we are respectable! In the meantime sending summery greetings or winter greetings to my Faraway friends!
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Looks absolutely beautiful, what a place to be on a summers day.
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Thank you Helen -x-
DeleteHello-you are not talking to yourself! I've been waiting at the top of the drive in the snow and rain by the mail box. What a lovely warm breath of Summer to warm us chilly down here in Australia. Boodle may be interested in my girl Venus -seen here http://artlifegarden.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/a-splendid-fellow.html
ReplyDeleteYou alway paint such such a pretty picture with your words, and your photos are just lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully woven words which tell a delightful story. Summer is here and it's going to be a warm one! Sharon
ReplyDeleteBrilliant post! I've been away for a while but am very glad to be back...Marilyn
ReplyDeleteI may be tardy getting to them but I always read your beautiful posts Sarah x
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