- a chocolate chip smudge on the wall above the cooling rack -- the only trace of the cookies that Beans and Loula Belle made.
- sprinklers in a grain field catching the rays of the setting sun.
- sliding the windows open to let in the fresh breeze; knowing that by morning the house will be crisply cool.
- listening to the jangle of silverware and dishes as Lou unloads the dishwasher.
- hearing the hum of an airplane and wondering if Brad Wursten is up in his stunt plane.
We named our place after the huge garden and 22 fruit trees that fill our bellies, and our spread is just over an acre. Oh, and sometimes we bellyache. But mostly we enjoy our semi-rural lifestyle. You can email us at bellyacrefarm@gmail.com
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Joys of a Summer Evening . . .
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2 comments:
Good grief you make me homesick.
Christie, you capture the essence of little summer joys in this post. Lovely!
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