On my way to work I drive past the most spectacular sight. A field full of bright red poppies with sprays of yellow flowers bursting around them like a multitude of little red boats on a foamy speckled sea.
They sit in a gently sloping field nestling into woodland on two sides. The trees watch protectively over the meadow - reaching over it with their bows, shielding it from harm. A good variety of Birch, Ash, Oak and Sycamore grow here. Several Hawthorne have escaped their previous lives as hedgerows and are making a good go of it as fully fledged trees themselves. The woods beckon me in with promises of adventure.
A red kite sometimes flies overhead, swooping down low over the road searching for easy meat - road kill. It follows me for a few yards then drops down behind the hedgerows.
For a brief, blissful moment I forget about work, the office, deadlines - and I revel in the spectacle.
Back to reality
This all flies past at 50mph. Invariably I am running late. The view meets my eye as I round a long sweeping corner and for a moment, just a moment - it takes my breath away. The temptation to pull over and just sit amongst the poppies is great but there is nowhere to stop.
Fortunate really - as I probably wouldn't want to leave in a hurry.
Anyhow - back to the office tomorrow.
They sit in a gently sloping field nestling into woodland on two sides. The trees watch protectively over the meadow - reaching over it with their bows, shielding it from harm. A good variety of Birch, Ash, Oak and Sycamore grow here. Several Hawthorne have escaped their previous lives as hedgerows and are making a good go of it as fully fledged trees themselves. The woods beckon me in with promises of adventure.
A red kite sometimes flies overhead, swooping down low over the road searching for easy meat - road kill. It follows me for a few yards then drops down behind the hedgerows.
For a brief, blissful moment I forget about work, the office, deadlines - and I revel in the spectacle.
Back to reality
This all flies past at 50mph. Invariably I am running late. The view meets my eye as I round a long sweeping corner and for a moment, just a moment - it takes my breath away. The temptation to pull over and just sit amongst the poppies is great but there is nowhere to stop.
Fortunate really - as I probably wouldn't want to leave in a hurry.
Anyhow - back to the office tomorrow.
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