California dreaming and Tennessee mud #California #Tennessee #Ocean #Mud

I love swimming when the sun just starts going down, the water is calm and sparkly. As the sun  starts to fade the  water gets a shadow. It maybe that way in the early morning but I am not going to get up early and find out. Sunsets always remind me of the beach. I used to live on the beach and would spend most of my time walking, meeting people and relaxing, just taking in the sound of crashing waves and the smell of the sea. it was a good place to reflect. I collected a jar of colored glass and now you can buy it at the store in all different colors.  It was like having an outdoor living room. I remember a time when I wore pants and a jacket at night when I first moved there, people knew I was not a local, but soon afterward I didn't get cold anymore and would just wear a t-shirt over my suit in the summer. Beach hair, didn't care, the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.  I can remember that feeling so clearly. After a while the beach became just the beach, the sand, the tar all over everything and the sunsets got less and less meaningful until they were gone and I knew I had to come home.

 Home is Tennessee. Dirt. I missed the dirt the most, that smell of earth in spring when it smells fresh and alive. Driving my jeep up the creek to find a quiet place to soak in the sun and chatter with my girl friends.Driving down dusty dirty roads in cut off jeans and cowboy boots. Jeep hair, don't care, the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.

 I love the smell of hay and yes even having to shovel manure. When I go to a farm now and smell that hay and manure mix, I know that I am home.(unless you live on a farm that will not make sense to you)Being lazy in a barn loft on a rainy day is close to heaven. Farm life is hard but that is another post.I never get tired of the country, everyday is a new beginning I get eager to wake up and see what nature is giving me today. I love taking the boat to the river and staying all day from day break to dark, the water at dusk is glass, the river is quiet and all the boats have gone to sleep.It never gets old until days like today when the sun is casting shadows on crystal water and I start to long for the ocean again.

 I always thought if I had a ranch on the beach I would never want for anything ,riding bareback on the sand.....stop...reality check. this aint no romance novel. Maybe I need to plan a vacation back to the beach for a few weeks get my fill, let my cup run over and come back home. Home to dirt, dust, the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.

 Farm life actually sucks, really that may have to be my next post, deballing cows anyone?