In the Middle of My Moors

"He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly." ~ Emily Bronte (Wuthering Heights)





I don't have moors, but I do have a rose moon. Pink as well as blue skies. New roses growing around an old birdcage. A path of very tall trees. Wildflowers that are sprouting, and dreams of a raised vegetable garden. Bees, birds, and butterflies. A dragonfly who visits at dusk. And fine sunsets every night.

"Maybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field" ~Sara Groves