This evening, I took a card and a letter out to the mailbox to be picked up tomorrow. As I was walking down the mossy path to the mailbox, there were fireflies lighting my way. As I look out now on the back yard, the fireflies are everywhere, and I love seeing their "sparklers" covering the lawn and horizon. When I walked out to the mailbox, it had just started to rain lightly, and the humidity was lifting as the rain came in. The raindrops felt cool and welcome, and the smell of the rain was heavenly. As I walked across the road to our mailbox, I saw a raccoon cross the road, followed by two young ones--all looked plump, and seemed to waddle rather than walk, but their plumpness could be due to their fur rather than fat. I know they're annoying and destructive, but aren't they the cutest little things? Especially the young ones.
Best of all? I only got one mosquito bite! Benadryl has been applied.
After a phone chat with Ken tonight--I'm looking forward to his return tomorrow--and a nice big salad for dinner (I watched a couple of "I Love Lucy" episodes while I was eating), I've muted the TV and I'm just listening to the sound of the peeping frogs. The air has cooled off nicely, and it's very peaceful here. After a couple of late nights, I'm feeling pleasantly tired, and on nights like this, the sounds of Nutwood make for a soothing and easy trip to Snoozeville.
When I was working, no matter how stressful my day or how crazy day-to-day life got to be, this place always grounded me and reminded me of just how fortunate we are to have found our perfect spot, and to have found it together. I'll never forget pulling into the entrance, parking the car, getting out, and walking hand-in-hand down the driveway with its canopy of trees...and looking at each other and seeing in each other's eyes that this was where we were meant to be.
I'm not working now, and my stress is definitely lessened. But there are still the occasional causes of stress, and when those times come, I look around me, and I listen to the sounds that surround me. I'm amused by the two-toned squirrel, I watch the birds on the feeder, I marvel at the parched butterfly drinking from an orange. It's all very comforting, and it all serves to remind me that while we may encounter the stray irritant, full of sound and fury and signifying nothing, at the end of the day, Nutwood abides.