The wild flowers in this field seem already to be arranged, with butterflies perching or flying around.
This surely must be the most beautiful barley field I have ever come across.
I don't know exactly why it looks this way.
However, it brings brightness to our partly cloudy day.
The sun has been trying to break through today.
And it seems to be on the road to success.
Could we title this one "The talking head?"
The field is speaking.
"Enjoy me now."
"While warmth is in the sunshine"
"And we can face the days and night exuberantly."
"For Summer is waning in GriggsDakota."