farm living. . . . .

our boots, canon xti
it doesnt need to be anywhere especially exotic....
the wheat fields,
the speckled cows,
working in the garden,
suits me just fine.
as long as i can have those times of solitude
where the horizon brilliance steals the show
and the firefly's dance is like a psychedelic glow fest
and we can live uninterrupted from the static of all that other stuff
(even if it is only for a couple days)
i know i will be okay.
and to have your boots beside mine on the front porch at the end of the day
just makes my life that much more better.