Sunday morning I did something only a country-living girl could do so easily. After watering my dead flowers (it seems no matter how much I water them, they are struggling to stay alive in the 100+ degree heat), I hopped on the 4-wheeler. Pig-farmer said, “Are you going for a 4-wheeler ride?” The sarcasm bubbled up inside me, but since it was Sunday and I was going to be sitting in church soon, I mentally popped the bubbles and just said, “Yes, be right back!” And away I went. Free as a … cough, sputter, spit … bug! I meant free as a bird, but remember to shut your mouth while riding the 4-wheeler.
It was a short ride to Mom’s farm and timber, but so enjoyable to meander around with no particular agenda.
Take advantage of the little opportunities that are right in front of you. Be glad you aren’t the bug.
I like that last line. I take the opportunity for a ride too, when I can. Glad I’m not the only one watering my dead flowers (never give up)!
Thanks for the encouragement! I just deadheaded with abandon tonight, hoping that refreshes the (dead) flowers!