I love coming home to visit the tiny town where my mama and brother live. I love the sounds of summer, uninterrupted by the sounds of traffic: the hundreds of birds, the cicadas, the wind in the trees, the occasional train rumbling by.
I love the smell of freshly mown grass and hose water on hot pavement, and seeing the golden afternoon sunlight drench the world into lazy happiness.
I love being able to walk barefoot on the sidewalks.
I love the abundant nature - the canopies of stretching trees, unfurling flowers, gurgling streams, and squirrels and rabbits bounding away from my approach.
And I love that living in a city - being away from all of these things for months at a time- reminds me to fully appreciate every sound, sight, and smell of this place and to recognize the preciousness and beauty in every moment.
Beautiful post, felt like I was visiting there with you.
ReplyDeleteI love summer... I am so glad that right now I'm so near nature. My house is too near a town for my liking... so right now where I am at this music festival is perfect.
ReplyDeleteIngrid, Your writing is poetic, painting a watercolor for us to enjoy. Thank you for the reminder!
ReplyDeleteSuch a gorgeous post, Ingrid -- you made me want to follow you home! It's easy sometimes to appreciate the moments we're in, but when we do, it can be a flood gate of happiness.
ReplyDeleteyou ladies are so sweet! thanks so much for the comments.
ReplyDeleteStrange that taking distance from a place can make you appreciate it more. Your words are flowing and your photographs are stunning. I've missed reading your blog!
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