Fields of Barley

Hardly any  sign of the path we walk when the fields are empty just a faint line through acres and acres of gold. Soon be time to harvest by the looks of it too. All off to the brewery to be made into beer. It doesn't seem like almost a year since I was stood watching them harvest it. Time flies.

It's been a lovely day again, so did a bit of weeding and more dead heading it never stops in a garden does it.

Good night all