A walk along the fields of my dreams.
The fields are being turned and walking past them this morning was pure bliss. The browns had a glittering side to them and one felt like playing in the dirt.
A fallow field is a rare treat.
Even combined harvesters leave a trail...
Hard to believe that in two months time it will be Christmas. The bottom end of Eisenberg along the Hungarian border. Simply stunning.
On the way back to the top end of Eisenberg ( makes us sound like a Metropolis ) we saw these two turtle doves or rather a pair of crows kissing and cuddling.
The pond is settling in for the winter. A carp was leaping in and out of the water and creating the most perfect ripples on the pond. Life, shouldn't we enjoy it more by doing less?
Biggi
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