I have been told on multiple occasions that I spend an unreasonable amount of my life sitting in fields.

I have never known why.
And I have never felt particularly troubled by the lack of a reason.

What I have learned, from days wasted in grass, is this: the best fields are almost always on private land.

They are always the ones with the most to say. Perhaps because they have been fenced off from the world — their stories slipping off on the breeze before anyone thinks to listen.

A lonely field is a chatty field.
Give it a moment, and it will tell you everything.