This is the view I had from my front porch. When the wind was blowing right you could smell the flowers! It was so nice.
That is until the man that cuts the field decided to do it before the flowers had a chance to go to seed. I would understand if the field was used for hay or something, but it isn't. Just an overeager man wanting to shred.
Oh well - it was wonderful while it lasted. I can always look back at the pictures.