Saturday, 3 July 2010

Down the road, afternoon.

The small hayfield is cut, fragrant as ambrosia.  Only find a plump pile and lie in it, listen to Mol bustling, try and fail to imagine another way to be.


Crafty Green Poet said...

that sounds idyllic!

Lucy said...

Hello CGP! It was rather nice, very clean and dry... the very next day it was all rolled up into big round balls, so I was lucky to catch it.