Things have slowed down around here, as the rain came down and the clouds darkened, allowing men to take a short reprieve from the fields and the wives from their lonely nights.
It was a gift, and for most, was received with thanksgiving.
Something this country living, this farmer’s wife life has shown me, is just how much of a thankless person I was (am). How I often allowed myself to think I was in a constant state of living in a thick wooded land, sight blinded by heavy sticks and thorns in my way. If only… then life would be as it should.
I was facing backwards. With eyes wide open, I’ve been overwhelmed many days with the beauty everywhere. The sky full of color… my husband’s strong jawline forming into a smile… the yellow finch dancing outside my window… pups who play-growl around the living room, only to stop suddenly and stare at me, hoping I am adoring them.
Yesterday it was the rain bringing my husband home to me before sunset. Today, it is the smell of a candy tulip on my dining room table, the grass green and lilacs on the verge of bloom.
Yes, I am thankful. It’s another day.