Ever had one of those perfect days? Where the sun is not too hot, and the clouds come at the right time and all of the things you want to do you do because somehow that voice in your head that is usually there nagging you about vacuuming and paying bills is just silent, quieted down enough for you to just live in the moment?
That seemed to be Sunday at the ranch. After a late Friday night and a busy Saturday of running around town filming a music video (yeah, I can’t wait to show you!)…
I woke up Sunday with plans on my sisters coming out to the ranch and then we would take it from there…hopefully on a horses’ back and then to the plum patch to fill our buckets.
Husband said something about bow hunting as we squished together with our morning coffee on the big chair with the caramel rolls I decided to make.
Then Little Sister showed up and so did the sun and we went down to the barn to catch the horses, listening for Pops’ 4-wheeler coming down the road to join us.
And the three of us, Pops, Little Sister and I rode, through the east pasture and up to the fields to check out the plum crop before heading to the other house to meet up with Big Sister and Little Man to see if he wanted to take a ride too.
And from there we ate lunch and made plans to pick plums from the patch we found up by the grain bins just loaded with branches of fruit. The plums this year are like nothing we’ve seen.
So they met us up there, my friend and her two daughters, her dad and her gramma. They came driving up the trail and backed that pickup right up into the brush patch so the little ones could reach and we talked and swatted bugs and filled our buckets to the top in no time.
Back at the house Husbands’ buddy pulled into the yard and they were shooting at targets, practicing their aim with the bow, warming up for the hunt that evening, dressing up in camouflage.
I came home with buckets of plums. They were off into the trees.
A rain storm blew through, leaving behind a rainbow and then a bright beautiful sunset. I played guitar and sang on that big chair as it passed.
Then I pulled on my muck boots to walk under that sky because there’s nothing like the air after a summer rain.
This was back in the last day of August, the last day of the summer months and it was a good one.
One of the best.
This week in my column I talk about seasons, in weather and in this life. I turned 31 last week. My high school friends have kids who are in first or second grade. I am not feeling as restless as I am planted here.
Coming Home: Life measured by seasons–even if we’re not ready for change
by Jessie Veeder
You just described in words and pictures a day in Heaven. Thank you!
Sounds like the perfect day. The last photo is absolutely beautiful!
Beautiful day! Why is it so hard to just let things unfold as they will? I bet we miss lots of potential perfect days because of that!
Ending your post with that lovely picture was a perfect idea. I’m really jealous that my sunday was not even close to be as cool as yours
Wow – a perfect day indeed:-) And those plums…amazing! Actually we’ve got a huge harvest here too this year – they’re delicious, and I just love the colours. A beautiful post, thanks for sharing:-) I can imagine you don’t feel so restless living where you are…who’d want to leave. Blessings, H xxx