This tree snapped off and was stuck in another tree holding it off the ground. This flat fungus was growing on the bottom which made me think it had been cut at first until I got closer to inspect its leathery growth.
Planting had begun and she drove the tractor back out to plow a new section. She and her sister had made this farm grow and have promise. Her children had grown and started their own lives. Living nearby made it easy to visit in her car, roads permitting. She had gotten stuck once and it took two days to pull her free of the springtime muss. She had sold the horses that she used to farm with to a new couple down the road. Occasionally, she would walk down and take one for a ride through the meadow along the stream. She could remember many picnics taken down through this area. One family that owned the property had made a little bench and table to eat at. Her brother-in-law had rebuilt this with a ramada a few years earlier just to keep up the area and memories.
Stopping by the stream she tethered her horse and listened to all the sounds surrounding her. She heard the water almost make a chant, perhaps a song it seemed. Braiding the stems of some flowers, she stuck the tiny garland behind her ear and fell asleep. When she woke up the sun had moved behind the hillside and a distant rumble announced another rain coming from the west. Getting on her horse she rode to the top of the hill and saw the clouds moving rather fast. She reined around and headed back toward the farm. The shower followed and started as soon as she had the horse in the barn, she raced for the porch and watched the clouds darken the horizon all around. Her neighbor brought out some tea and they marveled at the lightening strikes and rumbles as they passed as quickly as they arrived.
Walking home she collected a lot of mud on her shoes. Kicking her foot in the air to dispel a chunk, she had forgotten she had untied her boots sitting out the storm. The piece of mud and her boot went flying ten feet in front of her. Standing like a stork, she tried to decide what to do and tried hopping to her boot. The other shoe came off also and tripped her. Getting up she was a bit sore, and very muddy. Taking off her socks she plodded through the muck, enjoying the cool mud squishing through her toes.
When she got home she filled a milk can with water. Picking it up over her head she turned it upside down and was cascaded with cold water. It took a bit for the chill to go and she splashed off her muddy feet. Pumping hard she scrubbed to get the clay off and sat in a chair on her porch to dry off. She was as wet as she would have been walking in the rain and giggled to herself. What a wonderful day this had been, and a good break in her planting schedule. Her laughter was carried over the treetops, on a gentle prairie breeze.
I really am more than you will ever see
Unless you stand tall and feel my ambience
Hold up your hands to the sun, moon, stars and life
Face all troubles as life’s essence not strife
Let happiness reign free coming from your heart
Feel the spirit on a gentle prairie breeze.