Yellow to the horizon, and then a village, and then blue sky with clouds standing in it like fresh whipped cream. The rape flowers are in full bloom, the whole foreground a bright buttery carpet, and behind them the little houses sit white and patient with the mountains folded up behind everything. It smells like spring, like honey and warm dirt and something faintly sweet on the wind. I walked the path between the rows for an hour and came out the other side dusted yellow. A farmer's field is a bakery's dream. This one is serving the whole countryside. The clouds keep drifting, slow and fat, and the flowers keep nodding in the wind, and I keep eating it all up with my eyes. #canolafield #springvibes #countryside
