Simplicity

The warm evening air beckons me. There is no way to ignore this desire to walk the land, checking the new spring growth. I saw mint coming up by the little windmill and mullein springing forth. The plum tree is in bloom as is the apricot. The peach trees are yet sleeping. My husband showed me the wood shed, and how much wood we used this winter. Not much compared to other years. It was so mild. We both know the stove will be lit a few more times, so despite my desire to clean it all out and blacken it, I will wait.
Things seem so uncomplicated in our life. There is time to stroll along the fence lines and through the gardens and look with interest into the smallest detail. The mustang grapes are full of budding leaves and the oak trees have tiny leaves bursting forth at the tops of the trees. We light the lamps later each evening now and see the sun a bit longer in the west. My front door faces west and two big windows stand aside the door, always giving me a front row seat to the evening sky. Colors changing moment by moment and shining on the wooden floors with amazing colors.
No television blaring, no sounds except the steady ticking of the mantle clock. Simplicity at its best !