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Beautiful fields!

Here in the UK, they have what they call ‘Bank Holiday Mondays’ which are long holiday weekends that were once to celebrate a holiday, but most people don’t even know what the holiday is they’re celebrating during their long weekends.
The weather has been pretty sunny (and even warm on some days) so the last couple of long weekends Wayne and I have been taking some day trips to different places like the wildlife parks we’ve been to as well as Windsor Castle.
The roads that lead to the major motorways are long and windey and there’s not much on these roads but farmland. On each side of these roads there are miles and miles of rolling fields, mountainous hills and various types of farm animals.
During the spring and summer, many of these fields are covered with flowers that are just beautiful. There is one flower that they grow for canola oil and there are countless fields of these flowers. When driving toward the fields the air fills with this floral fragrance that is unfamiliar to me, but from now on will always remind me of my first spring here in England. Although the scent is unfamiliar, it is distinctive and beautiful from a distance. On a very warm day, there is an odd scent in the air of these fragrant flowers combined with the dull scent of manure from the animals.
Driving closer into these fields, you can’t help but be struck by the both the beauty of these endless fields of vibrant yellow and the overwhelming floral sent that you can almost choke on if you have your windows open.
There are more than just these bright yellow fields of flowers. There are entire fields of bright red poppies, and little blue flowers called blue bells as well as deep green fields. Driving through these fields make the landscape appear to be patch-worked with vibrant yellow, bold greens and blues and some speckled with fluffy white sheep followed by others that have the black and white spots of cows grazing near by. The backdrops of these fields are the mountainous green and golden brown hills that are topped with the blue of the sky. These views make long drives something to look forward to because I never know what I might see!

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