After the last few weeks of melting heat and humidity followed by days of torrential rain this glorious summer day is more than welcome.
In fact it was a day to take a break from the everyday routine and go for a ride thru the fields and the forest with my other half. Retirement is a second chance at childhood, and this time we a both the child and the grown-up.
The sun so bright and the sky so bright blue, the fields of blue flax, Queen Ann's Lace, mountain mint, black eyed susan, yarrow,native thistle, daisy, sneeze weed, and a whole lot more I don't know the names of created a an impressionist's paiting for us, the ancient apple trees, probably planted by the cows that once grazed here reminded me that I would help the grown ups pick apples and nuts in these fields. I still feel like that wide eyed little girl. But she wouldn't recognize me, any more than I would recognize these fields after they been thru a metamorphosis from cultivated to wild. .
Golden rod blooms where there was winter wheat. Wild morning glories bloom, where the buckwheat grew. Where the woodlot once stood there are wild apples and sumac. Wild apples are a chore to peel, but worth it for they taste of summer sun. Jarred up as apples sauce for a cold winters day, the flavor reminds me of the smell of that old orchard where we always went to pick apples, so very long ago, and the way the car smelled on the long drive home.
But that was then and this is now. T
hey blend together well on this day, and for that I am grateful. For this day I am grateful.
