Yesterday, whilst driving, I came across a field of flax. If it’s a common crop, I’ve not noticed it much before, but this one was stunning. In amongst the pale blue flax flowers, are poppies. The red and blue, against the paler blue sky, it’s beautiful. I’ve only got my mobile, but I do my best – and make a note of where it is, to go back tomorrow and take my camera….. but now, writing this – it IS tomorrow, and it’s raining.
It’s Thursday and it’s the middle of June. It’s been so hot and dry lately, but today marched in the way it intended to go on. Wet, and dull.
I’m out with the dogs, getting wet, and then even wetter, as, in a moment of madness, I decide to take the long route through an uncut field. The grass is long, very long, and wet, and suddenly I’m soaking from the bottom of my coat, to the top of my wellies, and I don’t care.
The heat of the last few days has been partly washed away, and it’s quiet. I walk through the morning like I’m the only one alive, and look at the crops in the field, the horses standing, bored in their field, and then watch the dogs, running round, glad to be alive, demented in their morning excitement that it’s cool enough to run, and that the grass is long enough for them to roll in.
They’re both covered in grass seed when I get home – towelling them off makes me warm – warmer even than when I was walking, and whilst I’m drying them off, I think of things that I love…..
The smell from a happy wet dog, the way they push up against you, trusting. Long grass, wet cool days after hot dry ones,. Cups of hot tea, the sound of people talking in the distance, catching snippets of conversation.
Two cyclists went by whilst I was out, shouting across the two feet or so that separated them, “it’s the distance that’s the problem” one shouts, “nah” says the other “it’s the fact that he’s got two left feet”, and I’m left, wondering…..