the bog road...
walking amid tree shadows...
past a deserted house...
and some wild flowers...
In his mind, his fields become presences;
The feel of their colours, the brace of their walls
Have greened his mind and tempered his heart.
For the Farmer ~ by John O'Donohue
That looks like the best of places - wonder scattered like confetti along the way for those with eyes to see it. A lovely post.
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