The sun shone this weekend.  For the whole weekend.  There were no extra activities.  Time seemed to slow. No rushing.  Dinner with friends.  The farm boy playing music.  Time with my farmer.  There was hand holding.  Time to talk.  Slow.  Last minute guests at the guest house.  Sheets on the line.  Book work.  Time for listening and dreaming.  A fire at my partner in crime's home.  Coffee. Slow. Soaking in the sun.  Compost delivery.  A ride in the truck to visit neighbors.  No ... View Post