Fields of Gold.

Making Hay.

Hi, I’ve not been able to visit your amazing website as much as I’d like for health reasons...but I have just been blessed to spend a little time ’going down’ memory lane and wish to thank you from deep in my heart for ’Fields of gold’ as a framers daughter of yesteryear, you delighted me with seeing the harvest come in a good crop it looked too if the ears of that wheat was anything to go by!!!
What a blessing your photography is too people like me whose health puts a stop to seeing such sights first hand...
THANK YOU, THANK YOU...keep up the wonderful work, my very best wishes, Susan

A Green Cornfield

The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;

A stage below, in gay accord,
White butterflies danced on the wing,
And still the singing skylark soared,
And silent sank and soared to sing.

The cornfield stretched a tender green
To right and left beside my walks;
I knew he had a nest unseen
Somewhere among the million stalks.

And as I paused to hear his song
While swift the sunny moments slid,
Perhaps his mate sat listening long,
And listened longer than I did.


Christina Rossetti.

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
Sara Teasdale, May Day.

Thanks for these amazing photos and verses. I was moved more than I could imagine by their beauty.
Duncan Cameron

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