Walking in the Surrey Hills

Dropping the children at the bus stop to catch the school bus, we walked through the hay fields this morning, then through the woods and across the heath back home.
"The foolish fears of what might happen.
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God."
Elizabeth Barrett Browning