I love this time of year with the summer growth of grasses and wild flowers around and inside the circles. A feeling of separation from the everyday world of neatly trimmed hedges and mowed lawns. The stones erected by humankind but slowly being reclaimed by nature, going back to their roots as the old song goes. My sort of perfection.
I love this time of year with the summer growth of grasses and wild flowers around and inside the circles. A feeling of separation from the everyday world of neatly trimmed hedges and mowed lawns. The stones erected by humankind but slowly being reclaimed by nature, going back to their roots as the old song goes. My sort of perfection.
Beautifully lyrical comment, thank you.