The simple pleasure of walking in the field, just after cutting but before baling. Just insects, birdsong and the sound of moving through grass.
And then a couple of days later the grass has been baled and we walk through the field in the evening sun. Dogs and children run free and golden light is all around us.
End of May.
Oh Claire, what a beautiful photo of you and your boys -and Hugo is properly grown up now too! Thinking of you lots just lately! R xx
ReplyDeleteThank you Rebecca such a nice thing to say! Yes, all growing up - it's bittersweet as you know... Much love to you all xxx
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