There is a field at Bronte that, around this time of year, is like a little slice of heaven. Whenever we hike in May, we stop in this field. If it's windy, you can see the tall grass blowing with the wind, and smell thousands of amazing scents in the air.

We stopped in our field last night during a twilight hike. The human laid down in the grass. I licked her face, then, surrounded by super fat blades of spring grass, feasted on the buffet around me. Once I'd filled my belly, I kicked back, put my nose up and sniffed the air. Whenever the wind changed, the scents changed.

I love that field.