Cool today, blessedly so. The grass in the pastures making one last dash for freedom and growing again, alpacas happily keeping it at bay. The wheat, just a couple of short weeks ago green now golden and ripe, waving in the breeze as their heads rustle together. If you are very quiet, you can almost hear them whispering.
My son Scott was just here, making my feel almost complete, his brother headed out in a month to do the same. Can only talk on the phone with sweet daughter Hayley, but love the sound of her voice and her giggles when I am silly.
Tony is out mowing what the animals cannot reach, paperwork sits on the table for me to tackle once again. Who knew ranching would entail so much paperwork? Not me.
I can hear the rain starting, pitter pattering on the deck overhang, a comforting if sombre sound.
Friends and family near and far seem to call to me to visit or write, and I feel the urge to wrap them all in a huge embrace, thank them for being in my life, thank them for loving me, but most of all, thank them for giving me the opportunity to love them.
My soul drifts today, waxing and waning with each hour that passes, lingering on a thought, an urge, a memory.
Something deep in my heart stirs...
