Crackling wheat tumbled in bales, dried to golden locks by rays. In the morning dew, the grass pearlescent still. A playful taking turns of clouds and sun, shifting through the hours of the day. In the distance, a tractor, roaring like an old man taking a nap. Far-reaching fields of an infinite summer silhouetted against
the horizon, rustling with cherished moments. Memories as descriptive as an impressionist painting, soon to be harvested and relived by "kind met hark", child with rake.

Grass, hay, airy notes, carrot seeds, wheat, chamomile 

Louise Huyghe