It smells green. Not cut grass, but growth. I walk around the corner and meet the afternoon filtered through the cornfield below. Across the dirt road, a small barn sits atop the valley view. Framed by trees and hills, the shades of gray, blue, white clouds shift overhead. The moon discloses itself and the heat of the day evaporates. We sit. Breathing in the valley, the sky and each other.
When the moon is overhead but before the fireflies, we walk up the path towards dinner, and I see quiet wonders. A forest road to the left, a stone wall enclosing the back of the house, a pasture reaching up, midway a lone chair, trees linked by a clothesline.
Today, I find a small room in the corner and write. A chair and a pillow that fits the small of my back are my writing partners. The light joins us through the window. Outside the ferns, oak, and blue sky are filtered by shifting clouds.
Bird calls, wind chimes, and the swoosh of the fronds as the breeze moves through her fingers.
I take in what I can while I can. The solitude and space. And green.
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12 thoughts on “SOL: Green”
I know you all are having a special time, Julieanne, and now your words showed me, too.
I felt like I was in Iowa. Beautiful, descriptive writing!
Ditto the above comment about the descriptive writing. Green is serene. How lovely that you could capture that feeling for all of us.
What a beautiful and inspirational place to write. Wishing you lots of words on paper.
Your writing is as beautiful as the space we are writing in. Love!
Lordy Lordy do you know how to write. I was there and it was like that exactly. Thank you for sharing this and for your beautiful way with words.
“When the moon is overhead but before the fireflies” is one of my favorite passages from this summer… and I’ve been reading a lot! Dang girl!
I felt like I was there, smelling the green, and waiting for those fireflies.
Love, love, love the green. In our section of Iowa today, it was green branches on the ground everywhere with bad storms. Enjoy your writing time. I’m planning to learn how animals at the zoo stay cool while I’m vacationing!
Quiet green spaces, good friends, and time to write. Thank you for sharing this slice of heaven!
That was beautiful! So happy to share this special space with special friends.
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