We'll call these...
Adventures At The Farm
It was an afternoon which made me, (and my walking partner...you know, the owner of said farm) nostalgic for the times I never really fully knew. The one where kids would take off after breakfast and chores, returning only upon the call of the Mama or Papa at dinner time. It was a time when kids would run free - as kids should - without a care. Life was safe, simple, sacred.
Wide open fields.
Mud puddle amidst plush green grass.
Calling for horses.
Running without running out of field or rolling hills upon which to explore.
Embracing the freedom only a child can fully, and unknowingly understand and embrace.
Taking in, with each breath, the beauty of a place so simple yet so exquisite.
Yesterday was perfect.