Summer in the country. I fondly remember summer visits to my relatives in decades past when we would spend days at the dairy farm with Uncle Howard and Aunt Gladys and the cousins, and then with Aunt Dot and Uncle Homer on their acreage at the end of Pork Road. On those hot summer days, this suburban-often-moving-military-kid found a little slice of heaven. Where else can you ride a tractor, watch cows be milked, play a family softball game (with every member participating), ride a scooter at high speed across a field (and not get hurt when you dump it), and build a massive bonfire for cooking weinies and marshmallows?
Come to think of it, perhaps that’s why this little slice of heaven at Green Acres is so magical. When I watch my college-age kids and their friends play ultimate frisbee in our back yard, I’m grateful for God’s grace in providing this home with its–well–green acres.
This month I saw I two sights I have never seen before and they astounded me to the point that I had to stop my car and simply take them in (and both occurred on the same trip, same stretch of road). At this time of year, the cornfields are bursting with their green stalks (“knee high by the fourth of July”? Forgeddaboudit. These stalks already tower over me!). I was passing through along a country road between those lush fields following a rainstorm as the sun was setting behind me. I don’t know if it was the combination of dusk and the moisture in the just-watered fields or what, but the fields were literally alive with lighting bugs. I mean teeming with them. Millions of sparkles dancing at eye level, blinking, creating a visual feast of light and movement. I literally gasped. As I drove, the show continued until I stopped simply to watch, a lone audience applauding one of God’s one-act plays.
At the same time, a rainbow appeared–not just any rainbow but a rainbow where I could actually see both ends!
Big sky, massive rainbow, light show in the fields. Applause for you, God. Amazing!
And what would a Linda blog be without a furry friend? Last night as I sat on the porch at my computer (oh the joys of a home office), I kept hearing an incessant meowing. The TV was on in the house with no one watching (why is that?) and I thought the noise was coming from some sitcom. When I went to turn it down, the detective show with the guy being questioned in that little room in the police station was decidedly void of cats. Back on the porch, the sound continued. I opened the door of the porch and sure enough, something was meowing–something sounding very little and helpless. Armed with flashlights, my husband and I scoured the pond area where rustling grass gave away our little intruder’s whereabouts. As he/she dashed away, we caught a glimpse of a little black kitten, perhaps several weeks old–old enough to get lost but seemingly still calling out for momma.
He/she would have nothing to do with us (to avoid further using the annoying he/she, I will now name said kitten Blackie. Lame, I know, but it goes with “Buddy” and I like it and he/she was black, so there). Our soft tones and calls notwithstanding, Blackie fled across the yard. Several minutes later, however, Blackie was back, apparently enjoying the safety of our garden and maybe the comforting sounds of the little fountain and waterfall in the pond.
Another round of coaxing by said humans ensued, to no avail. We left a saucer of milk, hoping Blackie would at least take some sustenance.
The saucer was empty this morning. Well, perhaps Blackie will return? I’ll keep you posted.
9 thoughts on “Of Fields, Fireflies, and Furry Friends”
Guess the word has gotten around that the Chaffee girls are soft touches for kittens.
Wish I could have seen the sparkling rainbow show! It sounds amazing!
How fun! I hope the kitten returns! But how do you think Snickers will like the kitten?
Linda, that brought tears to my eyes! I can SO relate. Whenever my husband and I are in a large city, we usually find ourselves saying at some point in the trip, “Cityfolk! They can have it!” Wouldn’t trade my country livin’ for anything. 🙂
(I also have a Buddy/Rocky story I’ll have to share with you sometime… going to any conferences in the near future?)
I loved this post. Thank you for taking the time to put it together. Fascinating.
And I was just about to ask you if you want a kitty or two to help control the mice in your barn… We still have three boy kittens yet to be adopted. 🙂
Good luck with your feral feline. I hope Blackie warms up to you soon.
Don’t you just love it when God gives you a ring side seat?!?! Psalm 19 without a doubt!
Lee and I had just put the down payment on the Hickory Lane house the previous week. We’d gone out to Crystal Lake to my brother’s house for 4th festivities, and were on our way home to Prospect. We just HAD to drive down Fair Oaks to see “our” house. As you know, Linda, there’s a forest preserve north of us on Fair Oaks, and as we came by what was then open field, it was alive with lights as well. It is amazing, because it is so ephemeral, and is truly a gift from God – can you imagine how he delights in putting on those shows for us! I’m so glad you had a chance to experience it, and add in the rainbow! What visions!!!
Loved the post, Linda. I will always be a country girl at heart. Grateful for suburban comforts but there’s something about life in a rural area – it’s just so ALIVE.