Fields of Lemon Sunshine

July is the month of citrus and sunshine and all things golden.  This is the time of picnics and lemonade and picking wild flowers in the fields.

I can spot this field from miles away as I am driving down off the mountain and it always makes me smile.  Every blossom is a drop of sunshine and together they light up this little blue corner of the world.

I have these dear memories of childhood.  They're faint now and fragmented as I get older, but I hold them even tighter as they fray.

I remember walking in fields of tall grass, sometimes wearing my brother's cracked brown hand-me-down cowboy boots, but mostly in bare feet grown just as leathery as those boots from so much summer freedom spent running wild.

My mother is there, always there holding my hand as we walk.  Her fine dark brown hair brushes her shoulders and for every gentle step she takes, I take two long awkward ones.  For some reason I'm try to walk on top of the tall grass instead of through it.

I don't know what we're talking about in these memories; the words have drifted away on those long ago breezes, but we're singing and laughing, always laughing, and picking flowers along the way.

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