I'll tell you a half-dozen things that happened to me in Indiana when I went that far west to teach. You tell me if it was worth it. I lived in the country with my dog— part of the bargain of coming. And there was a pond with fish from, I think, China. I felt them sometimes against my feet. Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges, to eat the grass. I'm not lying. And I saw coyotes, two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly unenclosed fields. And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car— and we both made it home safe. And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses, or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house, and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth, he, too, would have hooves trimmed for the Indiana winter, and apples did it, and a rope over the neck did it, so I won something wonderful; and there was, one morning, an owl flying, oh pale angel, into the hay loft o...
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteAlas, the fireflies have been gone here for weeks now (and there were fewer than usual this summer, to begin with)...there's always next year...
How beautifully simplistic.
ReplyDeleteThis lovely post brought tears to my eyes.... although I have spent a lot of time on the East Coast with my Ex.....I have NEVER seen a real Firefly.... I live in hope....I live in San Francisco now....but the East Coast is calling, calling.... Fireflies are one thing I hope to see before I die...
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♥ Robin ♥
JUST WANTED TO SAY HOW MUCH I ENJOY ALL OF YOUR POSTINGS. YOU KEEP US HUMBLE, LIFT OUR SPIRTS AND JUST ENJOY THE RIDE, ALL AT ONCE. THANK YOU.
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh, thank you!!
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