Posts tagged ‘fields’
Clusters of daisies along the side of the road brush gently against my shin as a ride by; it feels like a sign, or even a benediction. The pastures are full of flowers – yellow buttercups, blue cornflowers, fuchsia clover. Field crops are greening in rows, the air is scented with freshly mown hay and honeysuckle. Swifts and swallows spiral in the air around the eaves of old barns. My mind is quiet, calm, even meditative as I listen to the soft whrrr of my wheels against the gentle curve of the road. I give thanks for the solitude, for the peacefulness of slow travel on my bicycle. The daisies have blessed me.
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Road ride today. I wan’t quite confident in the weather to be rain-free. So no pannier, no dry bag, and hence – no DSLR today, just the pocket point-and-shoot Lumix. Which I came to regret, because my eyes were popping … the fields were amazing today. On fire with red clover and yellow buttercups. And a few daisies.
A pretty peaceful and quiet ride, one that I wished I could have extended a few miles longer. But it was another tennis day for Grant, and against one of the tougher teams in the district, so I really wanted to be there to cheer them on. (Guess I didn’t cheer loud enough; defeat.) 😦
I’ll leave the rest of the ride story to the pictures … not much I can really say. The fields – you’d just have to see it; photos could never capture the scope of the endless color.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
~ Conor Oberst