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| Field of Dreams All seemed right in Jenny's world as she lay thinking her "special" thoughts. Often she would wonder that she seemed to experience things much differently than others. Could it be that God had given her special senses? How else was she able to explain it! As she lay upon the cool earth she felt the contrasting warmth of the sun, like she had felt at the bonfire that cold December afternoon. She was at the bonfire drinking hot chocolate with those bitsy marshmallows while her brother, Joel, skated on the frozen pond. "Gosh, I could never be that fast! He seems to race the wind!" she thought to herself. "I'm much more comfortable sitting by the fire, although my backside is now in need of its turn!" Winter now past and spring exploding around her, she stretches to experience it all. "How delightful the world is with all the changing seasons and the wonders each one holds...the frozen earth of winter now brilliant with the vivid life of spring. I can even hear the heart of the earth as it pumps life into all its being...or is it just the train rumbling past...no matter...I'll think what I please." Jenny smiled to herself. The sound of her mother's gentle voice calling to her softly invaded her thoughts. "Jenny, lunch will be ready soon...are you hungry?" That sweet voice! With eyes closed in lazy thought, Jenny could 'see' her mother, dressed in a simple cotton dress, drying her hands on her apron as she pushed through the screen door with her elbow, standing with one hand shading her eyes from the brilliant glare of the sun as she searched the buttercup field for her daydreaming daughter. "Oh mama, come hear the new life...the creatures of the earth as they move through the grass, the creatures of the air as they flit and glide on the breeze of spring with songs of joy. Come feel the new life...the cool of the earth, the warmth of the sun, the satin touch of the butttercups, the grass that tickles when it touches you, the butterfly that lands like a kiss to say 'hello' then is quickly gone. Come smell the new life...the dusky damp earth, the apple blossoms in the orchard, the lilacs heavy scent that reminds me of Gramma, the fresh mown grass...Oh mama, come join me", Jenny thought wistfully but she heard the screendoor squeak as her mother returned to the kitchen unaware that Jenny longed to share this special moment with her. |
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