You bring back my childhood when our driver was forever asked to stop the car so I could race into such summer fields to pick the biggest bunches of just such blooms for Mom . . . who, actually kind’of loved her hothouse roses 🙂 !
Many of us have the same childhood memory. Running through the fields and playing. Coming home with a handpicked bouquet of wild flowers, grass and weeds that was often the center piece of the dinner table. 🙂
Looking at fields and being out in nature, gives me inner peace. I need it for my balance. I assume it brings back feelings and memories of my childhood, when everything growing up seemed so far out of reach.
What a beautiful field! Did you head home with some flowers?
No I gave up on it a long time ago. They never make it home and they are better off in the fields anyway.
The saying I am familiar with is, “Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints.”
I wish we could print it as a sign and put it up in beautiful areas where people litter without thinking.
That is a good idea!
A fine meadow
Very beautiful, it’s always a treat to find place like this.
Lovely.
Thank you, Cindy.
You bring back my childhood when our driver was forever asked to stop the car so I could race into such summer fields to pick the biggest bunches of just such blooms for Mom . . . who, actually kind’of loved her hothouse roses 🙂 !
Many of us have the same childhood memory. Running through the fields and playing. Coming home with a handpicked bouquet of wild flowers, grass and weeds that was often the center piece of the dinner table. 🙂
Your capture of this wild colorful field growth is very pretty. 🙂
Looking at fields and being out in nature, gives me inner peace. I need it for my balance. I assume it brings back feelings and memories of my childhood, when everything growing up seemed so far out of reach.
So pretty. But it already looks like late summer. Sigh.
It’s a very weird summer here. It’s either raining – and I mean pouring – or it’s very hot. It does feel and look like later summer already.