Today was a typically slow day in VA. I slept until my body woke itself, which is a joy that only grownups with jobs and responsibilities can understand the true magnitude of.
After a lesiurely breakfast of honey-toast, yogurt and a massive slab of fresh watermelon, I walked barefoot across the morning-dew-damp grassy yard to the treeline and lay down in the hammock with a good book. Hours passed while wrapped up in the intricacies of that story, and soon enough, after a drive into town for some groceries, the evening rolled in and the family gathered from various corners of the countryside for a meal of grilled steaks and mashed potatoes, laughing and joking all the while. Just as the steaks were pulled off the grill, the winds kicked up, blowing a fast-moving front of grey thunderclouds overhead, pouring sheets of warm rain and lightning over the house and wheat fields.
After the last bite had been finished and bedtime stories read to the children and the adults tucked themselves into the living room to chat, the rain retreated over the tree line. Lightning flashes trailed sporadically in the growing distance. The lightning bugs in the yard and wheat field glowed happily in an echoing response to the storm's shows of retreating radiance.
And then suddenly, all that was left was the nearly full moon, glowing over white, fluffy clouds. A freshly glistening yard and field of damp wheat, nearly ready for harvest, and an almost deafening chorus of happily chirping bullfrogs sounding just beyond the trees.
After a lesiurely breakfast of honey-toast, yogurt and a massive slab of fresh watermelon, I walked barefoot across the morning-dew-damp grassy yard to the treeline and lay down in the hammock with a good book. Hours passed while wrapped up in the intricacies of that story, and soon enough, after a drive into town for some groceries, the evening rolled in and the family gathered from various corners of the countryside for a meal of grilled steaks and mashed potatoes, laughing and joking all the while. Just as the steaks were pulled off the grill, the winds kicked up, blowing a fast-moving front of grey thunderclouds overhead, pouring sheets of warm rain and lightning over the house and wheat fields.
After the last bite had been finished and bedtime stories read to the children and the adults tucked themselves into the living room to chat, the rain retreated over the tree line. Lightning flashes trailed sporadically in the growing distance. The lightning bugs in the yard and wheat field glowed happily in an echoing response to the storm's shows of retreating radiance.
And then suddenly, all that was left was the nearly full moon, glowing over white, fluffy clouds. A freshly glistening yard and field of damp wheat, nearly ready for harvest, and an almost deafening chorus of happily chirping bullfrogs sounding just beyond the trees.
Sounds heavenly!!! Colour me jealous!
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