Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
Sting (Lyrics from Fields of Gold)
Stop by and visit Mary at Little Red House for Monday Mosaic. There are some wonderful vision there.
Thanks so much for stopping — I really do appreciate your time.
TTFN~~ Claudia ♥ ♥
Since January 1st 2010 -- I have been celebrating finding Beauty in our every day lives. Stay in the Day... be in the moment. Don't wait to live your life.
Stop and make a habit to find the Beauty and you will be amazed at how Beautiful your life is. Be thankful and remember:
"When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change." Dyer