I spent a lovely afternoon with my daughter yesterday. Despite being in grad school and already a real adult, she still has a wonderfully childlike nature. I was waiting for her in the park on the square, and she managed to park her car and sneak from tree to tree without me noticing her, in order to come up from behind and grab me in an ambush hug. Needless to say, she makes me smile and feel like a kid myself. We wandered over to Aztalan State Park, where the wide open spaces were calling to me. When I was a child, my dad used to take me to the Morton Arboretum. I’d see fields of dandelions and expanses of grass that made me break out into a run, or a gallop, or a skip. I just had to propel myself into the middle of that lush landscape, wishing I were a wild bird so that I could skim over the entire scene. What happened to that energy, that joyous surge? I still feel it in my brain, although the rest of me is greatly slowed down. I invite you to step into this place as if you were 7 years old again….how does it feel to you?
To go running across the field…on horseback!
Oh, yeah! I like that idea.
Ah, Wish I were there.
Sounds like you are! 🙂
I’d like to lie on my back in the grass ( only if it’s really dry ! ) and feel the heat of the sun while I enjoy the quiet.
That sounds nice, indeed. I’ll tell the guy with the mower to shut it off. (He was on the mound to the left.)
So kind 🙂