This is a little tale about a mama who really, really loves her kids.
She also really, really loves her husband.
She loves her house, her garden, and even all the pesky critters that inhabit her farm.
She needs a little alone time.
A little peace without constant chatter.
A little bit of land that is not screaming to be weeded or watered or harvested.
A place where there are not animals to be fed or tended.
She actually needs to run away and hide... for just a little bit.
So down into the lower pasture...
Hiding in the daisies she goes.
And just between the curvy and straight paths on the way to Grandma's hides she!
Nothing but blue sky, summer breezes and the buzzing of tiny bees surrounded her.
Her silent shadow her only companion...well, that and her camera, which seems to her more like an extension of herself.
The daisies are bobbing their lovely heads in the warm breezes...
Softly dancing a summertime ballet with the grasses...
She can see her house...but those at home cannot see her. She is close enough if needed but far enough to find just a little solitude.
The sound of a familiar little girl voice,
Mama, mama...where are you? I'm hungry...can I have ice cream? My brother wet his pants. Why are you out here? Does daddy know where you are? Will all these bees sting me? When are you coming in? Can I sit with you?
And so she sits...
We visit until she convinces me that very important things...pressing mama things...need me back home.
So I follow my sweet daughter back up the hill.
Back to my family, back to the laundry and the dishes. Back to the wet underwear...
Hello dear family...how can I serve you?
But don't worry about me. I will not forget my hiding place, or my few moments of stolen solitude.
But next time I'm going to hide in with the camel...
Pretty sure they won't think to look there!
So I've shared my simple (and secret) summer pleasure...not its your turn!