Today was a gray and windy day. There were large storms all around us, although we got scarcely any rain. Still, the thunder fretted in the distance. The great masses of gray billowing clouds moving in varying thicknesses across the sun made the world dark, and then bright, and then strangely, a combination of both light and dark.
Since beginning my 'Wild Blue Yonder', I've developed an eye for wildflowers. I see them in a way that I never saw them before. Surely they were never so bright as they are this year? I certainly could not have missed that.
The killdeer eggs have hatched, and mama has absconded to the fields with them. I never even got to see them, let alone take a picture.
I ate my lunch in an old cemetary today, reading epitaphs, trying to imagine what it was like to live, and to die before the Civil War. What was it like to lose three of your children before they were grown? I walked around imagining stories to go with the tombstones.
I drove past a farm today and saw a group of wild turkey scratching the ground side by side with the chickens. It made me laugh out loud.
When I stopped by to speak with the Amish, I was glad to see the children come running, a bunch of them, bare feet flying as hands held their hats on their heads. Not just the ones I'd been dealing with, but the whole neighborhood. We talked about mosquitoes, and I gave them ice cream and ice cold orange sodas.
It was a day of mental snapshots, each image captured in my mind's eye, soul satisfying, perfectly centered, focused, clear and rich in details.
I'm the luckiest person that I know.