Fields of purple. I just have to stop. I walk outside and make my way into the field. It smells divine. Sugary sweet.
Phacelia, a heavy nectar producer adored by honey bees. Gorgeously purple, looking a bit like a thistle but with rather delicate features. I'm in love.
I kneel down and let the field cover me like a blanket. I look over the fields and I can see all the way to Geneva and the water fountain at the beach front. I can spot the tip of Mount Blanc in France behind the clouds. I stay here for a while and breath in the sweet fragrance, close my eyes and take it all in. I have to get going. Back home to make dinner for my darling kids. I'm so glad I stopped. It is the moments that counts in life.