home again

road trips open up horizons for wanderlust.  we get to lean our heads back and spread our arms wide ready to take in all that comes... and yet, a lovely part of a road trip is the homecoming.  weary eyes drink in home in a way that was impossible before the wander.  summer seemed to arrive while we were away, and now i'm looking forward to all that home in the summer has to offer...

-fireflies light up the long rain soaked grass in the dusky twilight
-pinapple-jalepeno snow cones while sitting on a gritty curb
-floppy hats and magazines poolside
-sticky nights with the covers thrown off
-juicy ripe tomatoes straight off the vine
-the lettuce guy at the farmers market always able to make me laugh
-new smoothie combinations to eat with a spoon
-raspberry stains on white linen
-cold showers after sweaty walks
-bare feet or flip-flops...nothing else
-plant friends growing wild and long
-having friends over to laugh over old jokes
-ice-cream for dinner 
-cicada song so loud it drowns out all else
-unearthing potato-y treasure from rich, dark soil
​-lazy, messy craft projects that last for days
-watermelon juice dripping down my chin
-jumping up and down at a loud outdoor concert, sweat dripping down our backs
-local corn on the cob squirting with every bite
-blueberries plunking into a bucket and into our stomachs
-piles of promising books from the library
-sticky marshmallow lips and mesmerizing campfire glow
-windows rolled down, music turned up

simple pleasures all...close to this place i call home.

love,
jane