The mid-summer sunshine was already turning the hayfields khaki and the crops gold. The shades of caramel, gold and camel made the fields, as they stretched into the distance, look as if they had swatches of teddy bear fur laid over them. The trees had lost the vibrancy of spring and their leaves of corduroy ridges and furrows with yellow straw bales looking like great cheeses dotted over the surface. Flowers that had escaped from gardens nodded and bowed in the verges and dotted the grass with rainbow colors. The sky above was deep blue with picture-book fluffy clouds sprinkled across it. The air smelt of flowers and cut grass with a note of wood smoke, and lowing cows and birdsong were all that disturbed the silence.
There is no right or wrong answer. It all depends on your imagination