Dream Dreams

I dream of hills covered with trees filled with blossoms.  Their fragrance fills the air like sweet yesterdays and happy tomorrows.  The bees swirl around in happy patterns above our heads and laughter competes with the headiness of the surrounding flowers.  Berries of all kinds grow with promises of hope and the corn stands like an army ready to advance, all in neat rows.  Blessings all around.  Chickens, just a few, fly around as my puppies rile them up.  And our one cow mowes with the glistening cow bell catches the last glints of the day's sun.  The little lambs calling for attention.  The wind tossing around our hair as if trying to complement our smiles.  It's been a great day, the kind you try to bank in your memory, memorizing every detail so you don't forget.
  Joshua and Faith put their book bags down and ready for school in the morning.  As we sit on the back porch after a tasteful dinner, we sip our tea watching the fire flies before retiring and surrendering to the night's slumber. Our laughter from the day filling our hearts with gratitude and bountiful praise.