When I was little we lived on an acre in Arkansas covered in enormous trees with a creek running across our front yard. We played outside in the summer, caught tadpoles, frogs and crawdads, and chased fireflies. We had a fabulous garden where my mom grew tons of delectable vegetables that we ate daily. My grandparents lived three hours away. We would spend several weeks in the summer there sitting on the front porch in the swing, listening to the locusts while drinking sweet tea and being eaten absolutely alive by T-Rex sized mosquitoes. Roly polys were in excess for our amusement and the air in the house was cooled by several window units. I love the smell of that kind of cold air.
I'm not sure what made me think when Terry and I had children it was going to be just like that. Although we do have monstrous mosquitoes! When we moved to Corinth, which is basically in the middle of nowhere, I was surprised at how unlike my childhood it was. We couldn't sit outside and enjoy anything. It was too hot and we didn't have any trees to speak of. I don't think the wind ever blew unless a tornado was threatening to drop down on our house. I did really enjoy the friendships I formed there, but something was missing.
Tonight Terry and I went outside and sat in the front yard. We now live several miles from downtown Dallas. I grabbed the bottle of bug spray (I really think the "Why mosquitoes, God?" will be the first few questions I ask him.) and my sweet tea, which was now more like a simple syrup for all of the sugar that had been sitting in the pitcher for two days. We sat in the lawn chairs under the fabulous old trees and a lovely breeze started to blow. Then I heard the sound of locusts floating through the air. All of a sudden I was seven. Who would have known that God would take me from the "country" where I thought I wanted to be to the city, where I knew I didn't want to be, and give me exactly what I have been waiting for.
We are having a neighborhood Memorial Day parade on Monday along with a ceremony honoring veterans and block party. Reia gets to drive her Barbie Jeep in it, and our house is the corner turning point. So, we were just informed that everyone comes to sit in our yard. I didn't need the country, I needed a small town. And here it is, in the middle of Dallas.