“… she longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds
singing, the brooks tinkling and the wind rustling through the corn, as
she had when a child. To smell things and touch things, warm earth and
flowers and grasses and to stand and gaze where no one could see her,
drinking it all in.”
~Flora Thompson, Lark Rise to Candleford, her semi-autobiographical trilogy about the English countryside.
Photo: Yorkshire by Paul Moon.