NOTE: These are not my children. I don't even know these people. I just thought it was a beautiful opportunity to take a great picture. That is all... carry on.
Step One: Press Play Step Two: You don't have to read the lyrics on the YouTube video. Step Three: Just read what I wrote. Step Four: Enjoy
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As a little girl, I can remember my Dad showing me sour grass for the first time. I thought it was the coolest thing since my hot pink Barbie Corvette.
Today, I introduced my girls to the delights of sour grass.
That acidic taste hits your tongue and makes you mouth curl.
It is simple.
It is beautiful.
It is such a sour taste, in such a sweet moment.
As I snapped pictures and rolled in the field of sour, I sang this beautiful song to my babies.
No, we were not among barley {our field was red not gold} but the song was perfect.
------------------------- You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me will you be my love Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold
I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We will walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold
I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We will walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down As you lie in fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold
Finding your first perfect dandelion is magicial when you are three years old.
{Excuse Caroline's mullet-like hair. I don't know what was up with it in these pictures. Also excuse the dirty hands and fingernails. She's three. What else is there to say?}
Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true, Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou")
Singin' "Don't worry 'bout a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." Singin' "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" ~ Bob Marley
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