Monday, 23 June 2008

Down the road, afternoon.

Marie is tending Pierre's deserted garden, weeding the roses.

The mown hayfield is clean and dry, I lie down there for a little. Molly eats grass, telling me she's hungry.


Bee said...

I love the fact that you laid down in the field! Did you feel self-conscious . . . or perfectly comfortable?

Lucy said...

There wasn't anyone to see me so nothing to be self-conscious about! I usually like the idea of lying down on grass more than the reality, into which bugs, ants, cowmuck or just dampness often intrude, however, this was a very clena, dry inviting field. I'd been quite busy gardening, so it was nice to stretch out and the sun was warm!

Glad to hear about the Winchester Cathedrals!

Sheila said...

I love lying down on grass, or in fields.

When I was in Zagreb, a Croatian friend and I were walking in a beautiful park. She said, "I noticed in America that people really do lie down on the grass in public, just like they do in movies. I think that's so neat. No one here would ever do it, I don't think."

Then we did actually see a couple on the grass, but of course it was a couple, oblivious to the world around them, so not quite the same.

Anyway, I'm glad you got to do that!

(And, yes, it's a bit hard hard the way bugs and vaious itches tend to eventually detract from the more romantic aspect of communing with nature!)