Summer Days
This latest spell of Minnesota warm and humid weather has felt more like the middle of July.
A long time ago, when our rural School District #34 let out for the summer, it felt like freedom. As long as Calvin, Michael and I got done what mom and dad needed us to do . . . we actually had the freedom to do what we wanted. We were outside from the time we got up to the time when supper was done and then back outside.
The three of us had huge imaginations. There was a fenced in pasture south of the house that ran right up to the gravel township road. In our spare time, dad had suggested we could clean up that area as there would be no young stock fenced in there. As we toiled getting the partially-buried fence out of the dirt, we made a game of it. We imagined a would-be park. It made the hard work fun.
In between the boys helped out with cattle and hog chores. My chores were the chickens and weeding in the garden that was north of this soon-to-be park. There was always a large garden and always a lot of weeds that wanted to take over the rows of vegetables.
Today, the 8th of June, 2026, thinking back we never minded the hot humid weather. Every day rolled into the next and there was no thought of being anywhere else, but home. We were grubby dirty farm kids living the good life with not a care in the world.
Today, on this 8th day of June, seventy years later, I am living the good life in my home with not a care in the world.
With that I will take my leave. ♥