Went to our friend Larry’s farm this weekend and soaked up the sun, rode bicycles around town, pet horses, met a goat named Abby, sat in walnut groves, ate popsicles, and got chased by a dog. My friend Susan even got zapped by an electric fence. Oops. (I was about a centimeter away from it at that moment, my camera between the wires, clueless, trying to get a donkey to grin at me.)
I am always amazed to leave the city and discover that the air smells different in the country. It was so fragrant, damp and smoky out there and by night, the stars were like wild bulbs in the sky. (We don’t get to see stars very often.)
The best part was riding in Larry’s tractor at dusk out to the rope swing and pond. The sunset was so pink and luminous and the water so still, that the pond created a perfect mirror. I’m sure the sunset was admiring itself that night.