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The antidote!

In a complete contrast to the razzmatazz of yesterday's jaunt into Edinburgh, to embrace the joys of the Fringe, Tilly and I have just had a very welcome walk around the barley field.  

I am no expert but it looks to me as though the crop is almost ready for harvest.  It has lost its glisten and the ears of barley are darkening and becoming dull.
We saw six or seven beautiful hares.  They were sitting in the grass, enjoying the gentle, late afternoon sunshine, and the warm wind blowing across their backs.
The sumptuous crab apple blossom I photographed in the spring, is now yielding ripening fruit,
and the deserted wasp's nest, firmly built into an elderberry bush, looked slightly less threatening in this afternoon's light than the battleship grey of the other day.
Look, the plants along the field edges are turning tawny!  Summer has almost run its course.  :o(

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  1. You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
    You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk the fields of gold!
    Opening lines to Sting's Fields of Barley

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  2. I was thinking of that song when I took the first photo of the field yesterday! Great song! A x

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