Often times I would take myself out into the orchards and lay down (sometimes in the ditches), totally oblivious of getting weeds and leaves in my hair or stuck to my clothes; stare up into the leaves of the trees–the sight more beautiful than any photograph could ever be.
I told you this story, because I guess I need to confess, I’m tired anymore. I’ve taken two rather bad tumbles lately, one on the ditch bank, where I actually fell quiet flat on my back and probably would have made a great clip for America’s Funniest Home Videos. And yesterday, when I slid sideways, throwing myself completely flat on my right side, my head hanging down into the little creek at the bottom of the slight hill.
I was on a trail in the Old Apricot Orchard— checking fences, so Romeo (Shannon’s) horse couldn’t get out. I laid there looking up at the sky, weeds and grasses way over my head–fat bees buzzed nearby, a drove of gnats swarmed overhead, and a ladybug stopped dead in her tracks, on a blade of grass, to see what fell into her perfect little world.
“A min-vacation!” Terry exclaimed. “But first—there is the pinto bean harvest to get through!” Which gave us a good laugh.
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