A Deep Summer Breath
We left Arkansas for Tennessee and Alabama – my home places, and on the way out of the driveway I noticed the purple tops of clover and how the vines suckle up a honeyed canopy in the cypress. I took a long deep breath and said goodbye to our green tomatoes and all nine frogs my oldest son had just released. We had worked hard to get loaded up, and then finally we could take off on our long drive.
How long had it been that I stopped all the work work work and propped my feet up on a sunny dashboard?
And also PS: I ‘m happy and alive, just in case you two were wondering. 🙂