In the canola fields again. Anyone who calls me a tree hugger? You’re right! ;-)
If you’re not a tree hugger, then you’re a what, a tree hater?
Clouds in the evening sun, I never can get enough of them.
Come and share this painting with me
Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed
Slow, Love, Slow – Nightwish
Back- and sidelight in the fields
Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
Im cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
The sound of waves in a pool of water
Im drowning in my nostalgia
-David Sylvian, Nostalgia -
Lilly and Clematis in different stages of their life.
In the season of white wild roses
We two went hand in hand
But now in the ruddy autumn
Together already we stand.
O pale pearl-necklace that wandered
O’er the white-thorn’s tangled head!
The white-thorn is turned to russet
The pearls to purple and red!
On the topmost orchard branches
It then was crimson and snow
Where now the gold-red apples
Burn on the turf below.
And between the trees the children
In and out run hand in hand
And, with smiles that answer their smiling
We two together stand.
A Song of Spring and Autumn – Francis Turner Palgrave
I love these warm summer evenings in the field. No sounds disturbing the atmosphere, even the shutter click seems to be a bit annoying ;). Wish you a nice Whitsun weekend.