Summer Thoughts

You love being barefoot, wear light, summery clothes, sleep outside, swing, eat cold ice cream from the Highway Dairy Bar and warm, sunny tomatoes, fresh from the garden. Sleep with the windows open, lay in the grass and listen to the birds, the sweet, warm breeze blow through the trees. Wade with nub toes down in the creek, feel the warm-cold-in-spots water close over me in the pond. Bonfires, chasing fireflies, worrying acessively about actually remembering to shave my legs. Work, lots of it-moving sheep, sweating out in the hot, hot sun, getting burned, chasing sheep, smelling like stuborn sheep, finally see momma sheep and baby sheep peacefuly grazing in their new pasture. Now, taking a refreshing, temper cooling shower, the cool stones of the out door shower massaging sore, swollen feet. And silly thoughts of someday not being the only person in the shower, of prince -sheep-expert-wrestler-charming (if you ever have sheep of course) Who's idea was it any way to start a flock of sheep? Not yours-cough, cough. Blackberry scratches all over your legs, feet sinking deeply into wet, cold, oozing moss as you twirl in the gathering dusk. You feel so close to heaven, yet so small and far away. Breath in the scent of your horse, he smells like grass and summer. Wish on the soft glow of the first star, give up wishing and start praying because your so close and you don't want to let go.

Gypsies/ momma throws rocks at racoons

We have a beautiful gypsy cart, made, and designed by our family. Just recently we moved it to a shady spot in our yard. I suddenly realized everyone in my family has had a delightful camp out in the gypsy cart, except for me. So, I asked my sister, imagination girl, to sleep out with me in the gypsy cart. Of course she said "yes." We got quite adventurous and decided to dress up in scarves, bangles, big rings and and flowy night gowns, and pretend we were real gypsy girls. We were silly and talked until it was really late. Just as we were finally drifting off to sleep we heared a bunch of raquet outside. I was half asleep, forgot I was in the gypsy cart, and thought, "wow, Imagination girl's bird is really loud." Then Imagination girl sprang out of bed, (I was now awake for real). We both rushed to the window to see daddy jump out the door of the house, flashlight in hand, and momma right behind him. Imagination girl and I ran out to see what was going on, I was asking "what is it?" Imagination girl said, "racoons." Momma and daddy were shining the flashlight up into one of the trees by our creek. "I'll get the gun and shoot it." Daddy said "No!" momma cried. "You ca't even tell where it is up there!" Momma picked up some rocks out of the driveway and chucked them into the tree, "get out of here!" Daddy mention the gun again, but momma said "no, just throw rocks at them." We all laughed. Imagination girl and I went back to the gypsy cart, carefully locked the door, and went to sleep. I guess two racoons decided to have a show down in our yard last night, I hope they can work out their differences someplace else from now on!

My sisters are helping me set up this blog, which means them telling me crazy stuff I should say. We are all debating on what my first post should be, which so far, is nothing worth puting out for the world to read. Most of the ideas being tossed around have to do with the bird screaming, us being lazzy because it's Friday night, we just got through a "DEEP" discussion about where our future husbands are going to take us on our honeymoons, and what manner of honeymoon it will be. My brother is declaring he will never have a girlfriend, and we are all saying "yah, yah." I suppose I should explain my name, Blackberry Scratched Legs, it isn't really complicated. We have sheep. And a field full of blackberry bushes and other prickly things. Thus Blackberry Scratched Legs.