Do you listen to the corn pop?
Do you walk along a country path after the rain, and hear the corn pop as the sun shimmers down, when the earth smells clean and washed. The swallows fluttered wings quiver as their acrobatic swoops catch your eye and the linnet’s sweet song carries with the summer breeze, with all the heartiness of life, setting the English scene.
Do you take a deep breath, hold it and let the aromas of flowers entertain your senses? Hear the corn shudder in the breeze and rattle as though they are empty? But there in those seemingly empty shells, contained and bound is the food that will soon feed us, doesn’t it make you wonder?
As the rain comes down in thunders spots, that’s exactly what I dream of. I have been bedraggled and blown off course more times today than I would care to mention. Well Miss flights of Fancy, you will have to wind in your wings and take them somewhere else as the English weather is not for turning and you just can't fly in this weather. All I can say is hosepipe ban.
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