Summer Meadow
To me, the title of this post is a really evocative phrase. Sunshine, buttercups, lazy afternoons, white fluffy clouds, lovely British countryside - -
Yesterday Stephen and I woke early and decided to go for a walk around Swinsty Reservoir, near Otley. Unlike those many mornings which start off sunny and then dwindle to a disappointing greyness, this one started off grey and then improved as it went on.
By the time we were half-way round the three mile walk, it was a beautiful summer day.
The grass everywhere was full of summer flowers:
and the summer meadows were all around us.
Yesterday Stephen and I woke early and decided to go for a walk around Swinsty Reservoir, near Otley. Unlike those many mornings which start off sunny and then dwindle to a disappointing greyness, this one started off grey and then improved as it went on.
By the time we were half-way round the three mile walk, it was a beautiful summer day.
The grass everywhere was full of summer flowers:
and the summer meadows were all around us.
posted by Daphne at 9:47 pm
7 Comments:
I like meadows. Glad you enjoyed the weather! Wasn't bad down here.
Ahhhh summer. I wish I knew what that was this year!
I was also in a "Summer meadow" on Sunday but....along with beer tent, chip vans and hundreds of happy people enjoying the sunshine.
(A steam rally)
Gorgeous photographs! Isnt Summer grand :o)
...and the summer meadows were all around us.
Then Stephen put his strong protecting arms around me. I could sense his musky man smell. My heart was heaving in its rib cage like a bird that wanted to be free.
He put his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a little wine-coloured velvet jewellery box. He flicked back the lid and there sparkling at me was the must gorgeous eternity ring I had ever seen. In white gold with blue sapphires and a row of glinting diamonds, it was almost majestic. "Oh Stephen!" I sighed.
(TO BE CONTINUED....)
Thank you, everyone - - and, YP, I fear you've been reading too much Mills and Boon in your hospital bed. The day Stephen buys me an eternity ring I'll eat this computer - - I am Jeans and T-Shirt not Jewellery and he knows it! - - Though when you retire you could have a whole new future as a Romantic Fiction writer: you'd need a new name though and I suggest something like Gloria Seychelles.
Gloria Seychelles...mmm! Maybe... or possibly Daphne Roundhay-Park for that extra touch of class.
"Even a jeans and T-shirt girl appreciates a special gift from H. Samuel...Eternity means forever."
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