General

By mid-spring the field is a palette of greens, one that could impress any master of old.

General

The field, in generous hedgerow trim, is the belle of the season, for she dances in the light and lends of her beauty to every passing soul.

General

The field is a bounty of clover and sun-strengthened grass.

General

The field is the most bonny of green blankets graced with clover.