Monday, June 8, 2009

Haying the Fields

My neighbors are haying the fields today. There's something about this summer ritual that puts a peaceful spell on me. The sound of tractors buzzing about and the smell of sweet grass makes summer come alive. I want to go outside and take in the big blue sky. I want to go to the brook and catch frogs. I want to lay in my hammock and daydream.

The funny thing is all their hard work and ambitious toil is making me very lazy. All I want to do is indulge in sleepy summertime fantasies.