One of the things that I look forward to when spending time in my hometown is doing nothing. No big plans, no excursions, just a whole lot of nothing.
My aunt and uncle, with whom I’m staying, have a big home which sits on a hill surrounded by fields and woods, and rolling hills. So spending the day hanging around the house is a treat for the eyes and ears, and oh, so restful. The other day we watched a wild turkey down by the woods, doing whatever turkeys do. My aunt and uncle have numerous bird feeders outside their huge windows, so I’ve listened to birds chirping beyond the dining room as watched hummingbirds flit around while lemon yellow goldfinches zip by, going from tree to feeder to tree again. I’ve eaten plates full of home-grown vegetables – green beans, lettuce, tomatoes, zucchini – along with locally grown corn on the cob. I’ve napped most afternoons with a cool breeze floating in from the window. Not. Too. Shabby.