The other day one of my friends asked each of us what setting best described us and for me she suggested a field of flowers... she couldn't have been more right. Little did she know that the night before I had been in Hampstead Heath doing just that. It reminds me of one of my favorite children's books "Ferdinand the Bull." It's about a bull who would rather sit under a tree and smell the flowers than ever consider going in a bull ring. I think he just might be on to something...
