Sometimes we get so hungry for cold creek water on our skin and the wild earth beneath our feet that we scrap our dinner plans, pack a picnic, and head to the country.
As soon as we pile out of the truck I stop noticing the tick of my watch. Time and worry cease to exist. We laugh, hike, wade, (knit), forage, and stay out past bedtime, and come home happy and sleepy in the pickup truck after the fireflies come out to do their dance.
Last night was one of those nights. And it was perfect.
Love,
Rachel
What lovely fun!
Yay for impromptu picnics in the evening, we love them here. Looks like you had a great time!
It seems as though I only come out of hiding to say thank-you but I can’t think of a better reason… today a vicarious escape ;0)
The picture of you knitting… it makes me feel as though I can breath!
That might sound like an exaggeration but where I sit and knit I look out over a very very very busy and noisy road. I usually focus on the sky but now my screen saver will be my view for awhile.
x
hey, nice new buttons
Your pictures make me homesick for Wisconsin. The trees. The green.