The sun begins her descent behind the softly sloping hills far ahead. You quicken your pace slightly, lifting the hem of your lace detailed dress as you step into the tall summer grass. The fabric of oxeye daisies and wispy blades of grass are ruffled by a brisk and welcomed summer breeze. The sun dips lower, a golden haze befalls the field around you bathing it in warmth and for a moment you experience true real magic watching the waltz of the wildflowers their heads glinting and bowing in…