I find myself singing an old folk song of my youth:
"When I was young I wandered free
Like wind across the meadow
Astray among the golden wheat
Without a path to follow."
Some versions are silver wheat, but yours reminded me of the golden version. Lovely.
@carole_sandford oh yes, it is heating up. This was taken before 10 AM. It reached what we call triple digits a few hours later. That’s hotter than body temp.
"When I was young I wandered free
Like wind across the meadow
Astray among the golden wheat
Without a path to follow."
Some versions are silver wheat, but yours reminded me of the golden version. Lovely.