I Can Almost

I can almost......................

Early this Sunday morning, I walked up to see how my tomato plants are faring after the gorgeous rain we had last night.  The sun is intermittent, but when it does break through, it is quite glorious.  Memories of my childhood flood back with a force that could almost transport me to 1960. 


........the stillness in the air


........the high humidity


........the wet grass fresh from the rain


........the smell of the wet dirt, yes, I call it dirt, not soil as people say today


........the wildflowers


........the lovely scent of wild honeysuckle


........the rabbit (get out of here, rabbit!)


........the weeds that need to be hoed


........the anticipation of a beautiful day


I can almost hear momma calling us to help her pick the green beans.  I can almost smell the bacon lingering in the air after breakfast.  I can almost hear my sisters giggling.  I can almost hear my brother asking if he can go fishing at grandma's.  I can almost.....................


I love you.