Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Waist High

One thing I know to be true: I am a girl born for cornfields.

It's just in my blood.

Some people find peace on the baking-sugar sands of the coast.

My heart slows when I'm surrounded by something like this.

All the better if there's a barn or two scattered among the green.

This 4th of July was one for the record-books, even if it was technically July 3rd.

Ah well, Patriotism knows no limits.

It makes me happy when Ruby gets a chance to giggle-box around with a passel of girls.
Calvin whined for a while, "But there's no one for me to play with!"
Before long though, he got with the program: Girls are pretty rad, too.

And now, a word on the food.

My cousin Allison rocked my world with her zucchini carpaccio. I'm on a fierce hunt to recreate it and when I do, you'll be the first to know.

But what I really need to tell you is this: Spicy brown mustard, sauerkraut, jalapenos, green onions, yellow mustard. BEST. Hot Dog. EVER.

It's true that I fell victim to a Level VI stomach bug the following morning, but I know in my heart that the hot dog was not to blame.

And yes, my extended family really is this creative.
There was much gaming and frolicking and, in my case, pure, delicious lazing.

Nary a mosquito among us.
Air that gave in just enough so that we were comfortable without going to the van for a jacket.

The sun dipped a bit.

Then dipped again.

And it was only the beginning.

As it turns out, two plastic cups work just fine for catching lightening bugs.

Silas could scarcely wrap his mind around a bug with a built in "pitty light".

There was Alison Krauss and Italian Swing music and I could swear I heard a bluegrassy line or two.

My kids ran wild, just like I used to, and maybe will again. It could happen.

I held fort with this guy, in the beloved lawn-chair circle, where the only view you need is whoever happens to be sitting across from you.

I'm only realizing now that Silas may have spent a little too much time at the tea cooler. It may explain a few things... And I think the lady in red (aka "Gam") may have had a hand in the matter.
It was one of those nights that no one wanted to rush. We had all the time in the world.

I'm a flag-waver. It's stitched permanently into my heart, along with iced tea, sauerkraut, pickled beets and dinnertime prayers that sometimes go an extra round.
I'm thinking I'd like to carry this 4th of July (3rd of July, 5th of July, whatever) feeling around for a while. It just feels right.

*Calvin pics, tractor pic and cute baby Corbin pic courtesy of Cory.