Summer sun brings out the heather. Purple tints spread though grass and bracken, soon to be joined by the bright yellow gorse. Such scintillating contrast is a treat for the eyes. Bees love the heather whilst lizards and snakes may be seen if you’re quiet and patient.
Some might call it wild or a wasteland.
I call it a paradise.
Thanks, Lord, for allowing open spaces where we can lessen the stress and pace of our lives. May the song of the heather sing of deep peace.
The Reflectionary 