It is always slightly sad when the cut comes. A regular turn in the year and a sign of summer passing its zenith and on the wane. It’s a quieter landscape, lacking the vibrant buzz and bounce of the humming meadow.
It is always slightly sad when the cut comes. A regular turn in the year and a sign of summer passing its zenith and on the wane. It’s a quieter landscape, lacking the vibrant buzz and bounce of the humming meadow.
Finding Time to Stand and Stare 