“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand
that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives
for which we should be particularly grateful.
They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness —
just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it;
just warmth and shelter and home folks;
just plain food that gives us strength;
the bright sunshine on a cold day;
and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
Laura Ingalls Wilder

I love the winter sunshine in Queensland. It is so clear, clean, and blindingly bright, wonderful comfort, especially after biting winds and winter storms.

sunny blue skies

Sunny days are my favorite time to walk in the fields, to settle my stool down among the tall grasses and just sit awhile as the goats amble and feed.

It’s warm there among the reeds and leafy things, a cozy little nook protected from the wind, a quiet spot for thinking or resting or taking pictures of beautiful weeds that you never notice until you hunker down.

It’s my calming place.

white fluff weeds

I’m always enchanted by the things I find in the fields when I have nothing to do but look: gossamer spider webs, smooth reeds, and tiny blossoms.

I feel like I’ve disappeared into the pages of a Brambly Hedge story and fully expect to find fully clad mice scurrying about underfoot trailing ropes of crab apples, strings of hazelnuts, and a few bottles of homemade elderberry wine.

white weeds

The fields always calm me with the sun warm on my face and the wind in the grass soothing and gentle, like waves on the shore.

When the sun is especially warm, it’s all I can do to stay awake. One day I will bring a blanket along and curl up there, hidden away in my own little nest, and fall fast asleep.

white weed fluff

As much as I love the fields, it’s lovely to come home again, strolling along the lane, leaves crunching underfoot, as the setting sun illuminates and burnishes everything it touches.

farm sunset

Where is your favorite calming place?