Sunday, September 12, 2010
I remember the weather there... We got a lot of the extremes, believe it or not... It could get scorchingly hot sometimes, so humid you felt you were breathing water, or so unbelievably frigidly cold you had to travel by sled. I remember sledding on my dad's back from my home to my aunt and uncle's to get a roast for dinner. We took my sled with metal runners, and actually sled down the gravel roads that had inches--literally inches!--of ice coating the rock... I remember the tornadoes, and the hail. I remember the dust, and the wind.
But there were times when it was stunningly beautiful outside. When the partly cloudy sky hid the sun just enough to keep things from being too hot, but not chilly. Those were the days when it was a joy to play outside. When you could play your radio really loud and not worry about the neighbors because they were so far away. When you could explore the properties next door, find the creek in the field, or get lost in the small woods bordering the property. Every newly discovered thicket was a fantasy land made just for us. The wonder of just finding it was such a pleasure. We pretended we were characters from our favorite TV shows. And we had hours of fun. Days of delight.
Today, I was having a nostalgia moment as I stood in my studio garage and felt the soft breezes waft over my cutting table. And I had to come inside to record where my thoughts took me...
I think I'm going to have a good evening.
Live Life with Relish!
Top image from cwwycoff1, Creative Commons License.
Bottom image from iowa_spirit_walker, Creative Commons License.