FIELDS OF BARLEY

Not there yet but it is grand to see the crops growing well - all we need now is plenty of sunshine to improve the crop.

Our friendly farmer is now much happier than he was a few weeks ago.

. . . 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.
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold . . .
Eva Cassidy 2009

Hope you all have a grand week !