Yellow and Green

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“Summer is filled with all kinds of colours, but guess the yellow and green ones are the most admired, simply because they are the most reminiscent of summer“ Gun Roswell

Yellow and Green

The flowers in bright yellow, as if positioned against the green of the meadow, posing there for a picture perfect stare.

But it wasn’t all these pretty flowers and green grasses were, not for those loving the summer, it’s freshness, warmth and sunny glares.

The fluffy clouds and blue skies, running outside without too much in clothing wise, as the colours beckoned from the window seen, all of those yellows and greens, never in winter time seen.

Fluffy fields of summer

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“The flowers of summer are so pretty, one cannot help but spend some time gawking at them” Gun Roswell

Fluffy fields of summer

Summer, never a bummer, for those loving to frolic in the midst of the lush green fields, without any kind of shield on their person, running amok, that much is certain!

Still, picking up a few flowers, perhaps the body to adorn, or simply, them to adore, whatever the situation is, nobody will be amiss, of the warmth surrounding them all, a perfect utopia, Eden, this time of year is for them all.

And so, whether you are a lover of the flowers, the colours or simply running about nekkid in among the greens, this feeling of summer will never you leave.

Farmer in the making?

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“A farmers life for me? I dunno, maybe there’s too much of a city gal in me, to out there, flee?” Gun Roswell 

Farmer in the making?

When once again visiting, the far away but ever so beautiful countryside 
Getting a full and then again, small glimpse, of the great and open wide
Then, there can be only one answer to the how and what, and that, is a great big smile

Then, out of nowhere, a really odd and out of place thought occurs, just like a flash of light
Thinking, thinking, thinking hard, but no, this cannot be right
But, after so much grinding, in my silly old brain I am suddenly finding 
The answer, which me has forever eluded and suddenly clear after all this time

Could it be? Could this be? Could it be, for little ol’ me?
Maybe, just maybe, for me, myself and I, a farmer’s life?

January Fields

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“The sunset of January, over the blooming fields; still thinking, it must be June” Gun Roswell

January Fields

When the sun emerged
After a long period of darkness
The nature was on its smartest
Thinking, since there was no snow
To let all them pretty flowers just grow
Confused they were
When they popped from their sphere
Finding warmth and light
Without any kind of fight
Against the cold and white cover
Which usually over them hovered
In this supposed month of Winter
When everything froze, even the splinters
But this time
The weather was just fine
And the setting sun in the sky
Provided them with enough of light
To keep growing stronger
As the days too kept getting longer
Maybe, Summer would be here soon
After all

Day on a Farm 4

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“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell

Day on a Farm 4

“This, is the Finnish version of Tardis?
Has anyone seen the Doctor around then?”

“Dr who?”

Yes, Dr Who.”

The question was thrown in the air
Seemed likely and only too fair
After all, a phone booth, in the middle of a field
Who else did you really expect to see?

Day on a Farm 3

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“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell

Day on a Farm 3

Great open wide, makes you just wanna smile
Looking at the endless waves of crops, which never seem to stop
Multiple in brand as in colour, and even their sense of odour
This is my stop for the day, and I may even wanna longer stay
Or just maybe, for good

Day on a Farm 2

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“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell

Day on a Farm 2

Old school farm house, coloured in fire engine red
This sturdy large built thing, is definitely no ordinary shed
It was certainly built, at the time, way back when
The builders, most likely farm hands, sparing no labour then
Built to last, to here from her past
Even extensions on her, layer up one layer
It may not be a pigsty or a cowshed
But modernized for the here and now instead
Loving it just the same, and soon, it will get some fame

Day on a Farm 1

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“Spending a day, in the fresh open air, this is the life” Gun Roswell

Day on a Farm 1

This, tiny car, took us so far
Into this place, we are now gaping at, our mouths ajar
It’s a beautiful and undisturbed place
Almost as if taken out of time and space
Luscious green are the fields
Filled with multiple crops which the earth shields
And we did not even have to click our heels
To get to this state of bliss
Only venture out here into the country side
Into this space oh so open wide
And now, we are able to feel, just oh so fine

A Day with the Snow for Daily Photo (ten)

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“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean

A Day with the Snow

Deep,
In the wintery jungle
You may hear
The slay bells jingle
Could it even be….
Kriss Kringle?

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A Day with the Snow for Daily Photo (nine)

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“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean

A Day with the Snow

A few dark strings
In the white wind swing
A reminder
Of the nearing spring

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