Scenes along the way--- and Eva Cassidy's version-' Fields of Gold.'

 

Through the dancing poppies stole a breeze most softly lulling to my soul.'

                             John Keats.

How easy it is to take things for granted and

fail to notice  little glimpses of the simple and the lovely.

On our way to the studio yesterday, there on a patch of waste ground a

little  patch of poppies  swayed gently in the breeze.They

always move me with their brightness and fragility, their

power of evoking memories of  corn fields in England 

splashed with scarlet, their symbolic note on themes of war and peace.

So too these stirred memories and  brought to mind

 the same kind of gentle yet powerful imagery to be 

found for me in Sting's lovely lyrics and music---Fields of Gold.

I find Eva Cassidy's version of this beautiful, simple

and so moving.