Yesterday I worked on our health insurance application for awhile, ate lunch, and then suggested to Ernie that we go on a drive. Honestly, I didn't feel great yesterday but I felt a bit restless, and am trying to get out of the house more. It was a grey day with extraordinarily heavy skies. We headed for Homer Lake. My friend Cheryl had posted beautiful pictures she took out there on Saturday. I think she caught the highest bit of color, but it was still beautiful. The leaves were all shades of yellow, gold, and brown, but the undergrowth was still green, like some kind of fancy flounce on a sleeve. The heavy grey skies seemed to make the whole driver feel more intimate, as though it were just the two of us in this quiet world. We saw a turkey trot out in front of our car, before darting back into the woods with his comrades, and we startled a deer as we drove by the entrance to a trail. We got out and stood and watched the water. Why is it I live in Central Illinois when I love water so much? Well, I love my endless fields as well, so it's ok.
We wandered on, driving through some tiny little towns. Eventually it started to rain so we headed back north toward CU. The black dirt of the harvested fields looked beautiful as we drove. I always remember my mother saying how shocked she was when she moved to the Midwest from New England…because the dirt was so black compared to brown New England dirt. I think of her whenever I admire the black dirt fields.
Leo didn't have class this morning so the three of us headed out to vote. It was mid morning and we didn't have to wait…we rarely do at our polling place. As we left I told Leo how good it felt to vote as a family, and that when Owen turns 18 we will have to vote together as a family at least once. I expected him to roll his eyes, but instead he said quickly, "Oh, of course."
I love my sweet peas so.
Onward, with crossed fingers, and prayers, for the election results.