Fields of Gold.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold ....

I love the song, and I love the sight of  the barley swaying and swishing in the wind. 

I was stuck for something to blip, so walked to this field near our house. 

Off to cardio tennis very soon, it's gone a bit dark, I hope the rain holds off!