"I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world." George Washington
It was over too soon.
A day at home, with nowhere else I had to be.
I weeded a flower bed, planted flowers, mowed, trimmed, picked vegetables-then prepared them. Lots of good honest work. That's how I relax best.
I even had time to sit down for an hour or so with a favorite magazine and my journal. To top it all off, a long walk through the cow pasture where I found views like this. The photo absolutely doesn't do the actual view justice, of course.
Not only did my camera not catch the color in the sky, but it cannot capture the smell of summer blooms, the chorus of heat bugs, and the buzz of mosquitoes flying around my ears.
Ah, the simple pleasures of a sweet summer evening.
