A quick spin around the fields this morning reveal the June burst of color… and so many scents that change as I round each corner. Inhale. Exhale. Aware. Morning light that lures each flower head toward it.
This scene will change tomorrow, as the farmers line up with their baling tractors. Simply the natural change of seasons.
WHY do I balk so hard at change, when I KNOW that the sweet scent of mown hay is only experienced with the cutting?