Who’s that corn have to be knee high to?
The dark green of the corn, the gold of the wheat
Wheat harvest (watching it, not having my hubby stress over work complications related to combine breakdowns and such)
The rounds of birthdays and the memories they inevitably inspire, followed by teary reflections on how those babies grow…and grow….and grow….
Ballgames: sweating in the stands, cheering from the crowd, picture-taking from odd angles, and grimy, exhausted toddlers at the end
Bike riding, trampoline jumping, and sand piling, all done by people under age ten (at heart)
Visitors you meet for the first time
Visitors you don’t get to see very often
Trips to be a visit family, involving splashing and cakes and new shoes and belly laughs
Long days, short nights
The smell of folding the laundry that’s been sunning itself all day out on the line
The smell of washing the kid that’s been sweating herself all day out in the yard
Black-eyed Susans, day lilies, coneflowers, and more, oh my!
Second-cutting hay wafting in through the windows
I think I’m going to cry – oh how you remind me of my home (in Michigan). It’s going to be 110 in California this week.
Enjoy that 2nd cutting hay just a little more for me, would you?
Sorry – I meant that Michigan as my childhood home. I now live in California.
I don’t realize how much of a country gal I am until I am reminded of the joys of country living….and live with the realization that we live smack dab in the middle of the city.
Sure it’s nice to be minutes from the airport, miles from three major malls, banks, bars, and pools as far as the eyes can see!
I miss all of what you talk about, even the stuff that seems to you to be annoying. I miss the smells, the weather, the people.
One day God will decide its time for me to move back, until then I need to live it up, laugh it up, and enjoy this great city I call home….for now.