Field Blends
Field Blend. Sounds enchanting, doesn't it? One of those lush concatenations of sounds and syllables, an evocation of moods, a package of basic, essential things. All kinds of wonderful stuff. Makes me think of mown grass on a sunny August afternoon, that moist, chewy smell. Sleeping dogs, and the smell of them, too. Corn on the cob. Flags. The ocean at dawn. Rain falling sweetly down through the leaves of a familiar tree. Field blend. An honest idea. An appealing notion. An enchanting sound.