We are glad to be back for a short visit. It's a special treat to mow green grass, to work with brown dirt, and to see fields of corn ready for harvest. What a blessing it is to run free in the quiet countryside. There's nothing like it.
The kids and I have tromped pastures to check our favorite spots. Our "secret spot" by a cliff is still hidden in the trees. "Salsa" is still cookin' in our "salsa jars" there (glass jars someone discarded by a tree decades ago), still sitting on our make-believe stove on the tree roots. There are still sticks and twigs there to break up for kindling this winter. A few yards down, our "thinking spot" still sits with rocks to sit on so we can think there.
We even checked our picnic spot by the crick. The table is still there and the fire pit hasn't gotten washed away yet by the crick rising too high. A cow left a nice pie nearby. Actually, we had to dodge cow pies all the way down to the crick. Hedgeballs are growing. Little Tally (ewe lamb) won't stay in the pen. And Lucy, dear border collie that she is, holds everything together. If she's bored, she gangs up on the poor cows and gives them a good chase.
We're glad to be home, even if only for a bit.
That last picture looks so magical!
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