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Archive for May 9th, 2017

β€œAt last came the golden month of the wild folk– honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
― Samuel Scoville Jr.




We found the windmill the other night. We were just driving aimlessly, looking for a good spot to capture the sunset. I said, ‘Wouldn’t the Windmill have been a great place this evening…’ and we agreed but it was too far away and plus we didn’t know where we were then anyway. Ten minutes later, through the fields of fully blossomed oil seed rape, we saw it. That’s luck for you.





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