close to paradise

There's a day bed on the porch here, looking out to the ridge, and this afternoon I've been napping with my eyes half-open, watching the trees change and listening to the breeze filter through the screen. There are no bugs outside, although there was a spider in the bed with me (and so I am now outside).
Had a ride on Skeeter the Horse earlier, flew a kite this morning before the wind picked up, gathered some Hickory nuts for Christine (she's dedicated to picking them all up right now -- what she'll do with them I do not know). I *do* know that it's a lovely Sunday on a lovely weekend, and I'm pretty lucky to be able to read about distributed cognition for my research out here beside an apple tree, and sunflowers too heavy with seed to watch the sun.
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