Yep, it's Sunday, one of those rainy
Sundays. It's funny that when there's rainy days it always seems to
land on a Sunday. I guess it just feels like being contrary to its
name sometimes. What? You've never felt like that before? Anyway,
today was one of those pretty much none stop angel-crying days, but
that doesn't mean it has to put a sour mood on the day. The angels
can cry all they want to and you can still have a happy day. Because
of the none-stop rain, I didn't really have a chance to go on my
longed for walk (or run) down and up our dusty gravel road (wait, did
I just say “dusty”? Yeah, lately that is as far from the truth as
calling a tree a gas pump). Those times are the best. It clears the
head and leaves you feeling refreshed. Yeah, I'm talking about
feeling the slipping and sliding rocks underneath your feet, feeling
the breeze swipe any stray pieces of hair from your face, hearing the
peacocks “mee-aw”, the goats whine for more food (more on that in
a little bit), or a hawk screaming it's war cry in the sky, seeing
the long gray/blue road stretch away in front of you, seeing the
neighbors picture-perfect fence lined with cute creatively designed
birdhouses, hearing a Shop Vac sucking up every last piece of dirt in
a car, smelling all the competing outdoors smells: smoke from the
neighbors' furnace or from a fire outside, sizzling hamburgers on a
grill drawing all the party sensations in you, the sweet Honeysuckle
nectar that tastes like, as a friend once said “What water will
taste like in heaven”, waves from a cow pasture or chicken barn,
earthy starchy dead leaves hugging the ground, and then there's
almost always the droning of an airplane flying overhead, and maybe
even seeing a Scion or Saturn or other vehicle stir up dust passing
by and wave back to the drivers. Then coming down to the tricking or
roaring, muddy or crystal clear creek, depending on the rain
frequency we've had and there's something about hearing the soft
whispering of the creek in your ear, seeing the minnows doing
acrobats underneath the water surface and watching the water striders
jerk barely past your reach when you try to give them a dunk (ahem,
did I just suggest I did that? : / ), feeling the icy cold bracing
water on your feet before it laughs on down the stream, and seeing
the sun sparkle brightly on the water that leaves you feeling so
carefree and wishing you could stay here forever far from the
complications of life elsewhere, wishing you could just be one of
those minnows swimming about with not a care in the world, wishing
you could fly effortless over the rocks like the never-stopping creek
racing to bigger creeks and than to rivers that join other rivers all
on one goal for the seemingly endless blue or gray or green salty
cool ocean.
Well, on this particular day I didn't get to enjoy all
these treats but, at the near end of the day tired of not being
outside very much, I decided to venture out even though it was still
drizzling. I donned a gray hoodie and raced out the house and into
the damp darkness of the end of a soggy but warm winter day. The rain
quickly made a crazy wreck of my already crazy hair. The
rain-drenched leaves from last year's fall squooshed under my feet.
The muddy and slimy ground tried to get me to join it but, don't
worry, I didn't give in. And where, you might ask, was I going on
this tearful evening? My feet carried me down the steep ivy-entangled
hill, over the mushy moss, and leaped over fallen brush through the
woods to a clearing with a shed: yes, a long overdue visit to my much
missed friends, Nancy and Peggy Sue, our next door neighbors: the
goats. I wasn't planning to actually go into the fenced-in area but
upon seeing my friends that I hadn't seen in forever “bah”-ing
and begging me to come on in, I couldn't resist the temptation. What
I discovered in going in is that it was high-time we had a pep-talk.
Peggy Sue, who could always stand to lose a little weight, had
definitely put on some pounds and my good ol' Nancy, who's pretty
much always been a good weight was just as fat as Peggy Sue! Our
pep-talk ended with me setting goals for them: stop eating so much
and get out of their stuffy pen and run around while at the same time
running my hands through their soft white, tan, and brown hair.
Regretfully, I finally left them and rewired the gate after slipping
through and onto to the other side where the orange mud oozed through
my toes. If you can't tell, I miss going down throughout the week to
take care of my friends. It's one of those things in life that's
calming and invigorating and clearing. I leave that for another post
but, for now, I'll leave it at arriving back at the house after (yes,
Mom) washing my feet. And so ended my night outdoor head-clearer.
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Pc to Lyd |
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Hey, I actually took these. Can you believe I actually take pictures! |
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Pc to Lyd |
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Pc to Elisabeth along with the rest of the pictures. |
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In remembrance of when they were little. |