Fields of Gold

I came upon the most wonderful, lovely field of yellow flowers while out running errands the other day, and I pulled the car over to get a closer look and take a few photos.  It was so unexpected and out of place, if I hadn’t been already watching for and looking at the autumn colors along the road, I may have missed it altogether.

I’m a huge fan of the color yellow, as a child it was my favorite color.  Now my favorite color is purple.  🙂  I love all colors though actually.  Blue is so dreamy and peaceful, and green is so living, but all colors have their own beauty, and yellow is such a delight, so cheerful, it always draws my attention.

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As I was taking pictures of the masses of yellow glory, I noticed a path and followed it.  It wound around a short way and ended at a small pond.  The yellow was so pretty against the blue of the water.

It was all quite wonderful and such a nice little detour from my errands.  We must always keep our eyes open to the beauty that surrounds us, it’s there, even amidst the most mundane of tasks.

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As I was going through my photos I kept hearing the song Fields of Gold playing in my head.  There’s always a song playing in my head.  😉  Anyway, this is such a beautiful song, do have yourself a listen…

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These are the lyrics…

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of the barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of the barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of the barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of the barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of the barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

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And with that, I’m off to partake in more of the mundane, working at putting my garage sale together.  Ugh.  But even in that I will be keeping my eyes and heart open to the beauty that is surely around me if I only look for it…

Peace & love…