Walking The Fields
Oct. 18th, 2013 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloIn earlier years there were sheep in my mother's fields, but the farmer who hired the grazing rights has dropped out of communication and the fields are beginning to revert to a state of nature. My mother used to walk the dog round them but there's no dog any more. I do believe that Matthew and I are the only two people who have set foot in them this year.
There are several warrens- and the rabbits keep the grass down. I'm seeing a lot of toadstools- black ones, white ones, green ones, orange ones. The orange ones are the right shape for elves to live in and fit with dormer windows.
There's a stream that rises in the field. It's been dry through the summer and the bed is overgrown but after the recent rain there's a glitter of water down among the grasses and brambles and iris leaves. Stand close and you can hear it trickle.
There are several warrens- and the rabbits keep the grass down. I'm seeing a lot of toadstools- black ones, white ones, green ones, orange ones. The orange ones are the right shape for elves to live in and fit with dormer windows.
There's a stream that rises in the field. It's been dry through the summer and the bed is overgrown but after the recent rain there's a glitter of water down among the grasses and brambles and iris leaves. Stand close and you can hear it trickle.
