Country weekends are much the same-- the frog pond, wildflowers, farmers markets, wading, moss, ferns...But it always feels fresh. There is less noise there. Cell phones don't work, internet is slow and shaky, there is more space to breathe and think and not think. When I was young I did a lot of camping, backpacking, hiking, sleeping outside. I've never once slept outside of our house in the Catskills, but lately I've been feeling the urge for a campfire and a night of stars. I'm too domesticated, I want to let things go.
Friday, August 21, 2015
a country weekend
Country weekends are much the same-- the frog pond, wildflowers, farmers markets, wading, moss, ferns...But it always feels fresh. There is less noise there. Cell phones don't work, internet is slow and shaky, there is more space to breathe and think and not think. When I was young I did a lot of camping, backpacking, hiking, sleeping outside. I've never once slept outside of our house in the Catskills, but lately I've been feeling the urge for a campfire and a night of stars. I'm too domesticated, I want to let things go.
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I've been missing the stars also Jen. August here is soooooo noisy - tourists, people outside, events everywhere. The smell of charcoal and incense with the sounds of baseball and traffic in the background. I yearn for stars.
ReplyDeleteYearn. Such a good word. xoxo
DeleteWhat refreshing photos. We're surrounded by the smoke of nearly a hundred wildfires - can't even see the mountains for it. Everything so brown and dry. Holding our breath, waiting for rain, but none in the forecast. Aren't you glad you had so much snow.
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, it was a very dry snow, so the moisture levels are pretty low, but nothing to complain about. I hear about the forest fires and smoke, but I can't imagine what it is like for you. Depressing. Sad. Scary.
DeleteSuch glorious photos of summer. A night under the stars sounds like a perfect way to end the month of August.
ReplyDeleteYes. Not even a tent. :-)
DeleteHello Jennifer, When I left Cleveland last week, the brilliantly-colored late summer flowers were just starting--goldenrod, joe-pye weed, ironweed, etc. The jewel-weed pods were appearing, but none were at the popping stage yet!
ReplyDelete--Jim
All the flowers you mentioned create a glorious chaos in the country. It's like cities of wildflowers--there's so much going on.
DeleteAlways nice to see your photos, Jen ! I love flowers and all the colors of summer !
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend :)
Thanks, Ela--now if only I could find some butterflies!
DeleteI can't get enough of that waterfall. It must be transporting to sit there and listen to it whiling the time away. It's refreshing to be disconnected sometimes, no wonder you love it there.
ReplyDeleteThere's something about moving water...
DeleteOh, I want to let go to!! I don't know that I could ever live in the city again. I've become quite attached to the frogs and the big dark trees and stars at night. So, have you slept outside yet? :)
ReplyDeleteNot yet. Maybe next time. :)
DeleteIt's very rare to hold the atmosphere of less noise. But you can. I am looking forward to reading your next post.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to say. Thank you!
Deletesounds lovely. I just got back into civilization. and it feels weird already...
ReplyDeleteBelow comment was meant for you. :)
DeleteYour pictures of Corsica were amazing. I hope you'll share more.
ReplyDeleteI envy you!
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