Yellow Field

As I tended to my little garden, digging up the too-hard soil, my mind wandered off to England, and the heaven that is the Cotswolds in May. At this time of year, the rolling green hills are punctuated here and there with bright yellow ones. They are fields of rape seed, which is pressed and bottled as canola oil. One day, visiting the ancient Rollright Stones, we saw that one of the yellow fields grew right up to the edge of the circle of stones. We were downwind from the blossoming field and it smelled horrible! Some things are best admired from afar.