A field full of dandelions. So much wonderful green. This must have been in the springtime. I like the diagonal line created where the field and the trees meet. Good to see you post.
And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back-if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day? C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Planet