Saturday, May 26, 2012
"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 in fields of gold." (Sting)
Actually this is wheat, but when we first caught sight of the harrier through a hedgerow he really was sailing V-shaped over a sea of rippling barley.
And I was humming the song all the way back to the car.
// posted by Christine @ 2:27 PM 
