grassy field

I watch my feet, the grass and the clover.  The sun is very hot on my shoulders and the air is loud with grasshoppers.  The sky is a tight blue lid on the world.  I could stay out here forever.

I’ve discovered a mildly amusing blog about quirky chatty packaging.  For those who want something laugh-out-loud funny, there’s my old favourite DamnYouAutocorrect.