We've had much needed rain recently. I love the rain when we don't get much of it. It's doesn't seem to rule my life that way. Don't forget to take an umbrella . . . it might rain . . . I don't want my hair to get wet . . . Why Not???
I sat out on the back porch and the air was cool from the rain and I just rocked and daydreamed. I read recently that we don't daydream enough these days, and our children certainly don't daydream enough. It seems like every minute of their lives must be scheduled.
When I was a child, I loved being able to ride my bike off somewhere in the neighborhood and know that my mother had no idea where I was (although now I think that she probably did know). But the feeling of aloneness and power and control, was a heady rush for an eight year old.
When I was 10 and we moved to France, some of that freedom was taken away. We were among wonderful people, but we didn't speak their language yet, so Mama was more cautious. However, we lived in a huge, old house with a huge, huge yard that had walls all around it and so we "had the run of the yard" and it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was sort of like a fairy tale.
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