To lay down in the meadow is to recall youthful days running wild and free throughout the countryside. Surrounded by mountains, the valley where I lived as a child is uniquely nestled in a protected area where the weather (for the most part) is mild and residents are blessed with four distinct seasons, each a favorite of mine. About the time I’d tire of one season the next would arrive in all its glory.
In late spring, early summer wildflowers are in full bloom, grassy meadows soft to lay on and I … I lay midst blooming sweet clover, limbs spread wide contemplating absolutely nothing at all, except perhaps blue sky over head and a few puffy white clouds floating by.
Did you know if you take the little purplish colored clover buds and pull them away from the base of the flower putting them on your tongue, there is a sweet nectar taste to them. Fun.
Bird song is everywhere with croaking little mint green frogs from a nearby stream adding to the melody of life. It is heaven to me, all is right and as I recall this today, it is still a truth. To lay down in the meadow embracing life and nature, in that moment … all is right with the world.
nectar so sweet
a meadow land of wonder
the rightness of life
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