during the summer, i appreciate the simple things so much more. primarily because there are two great loves of my life during these sacred months. one is a cool living room, with a glass of sweet tea, a good magazine and something sweet to nibble. the other is the little dirt path near our house, right when twilight hits. with its tree lined glory, old tobacco barns and long stretch of flat, good country.
last night was one of those great, easy ones. where i was in bed by ten with time to read the Bible and play with pablo before lights out. one highlight was this bowl of homemade strawberry pie that robert's grandmother sent home with him. full of crust and perfectly juicy. the other was the sunset we caught on our way to the little trail. an explosion of magenta against the outline of the darkening trees.
summertime means easy living, even if the living ain't always easy.