I relished the sounds of their laughter, the soft grass crunching underfoot, and the gentle rustling of the leaves on the apple trees. I could smell the spicy scent of apple pies baking in the ovens of the bakeshop just down the hill from where we stood. And there wasn't another soul in sight. Just our little group of friends gathering apples in our buckets.
It wasn't until I got home that I realized just how much I miss rural life. I've been away too long. How I wish I could snap my fingers and transport my little family to life in the country and experience that sense of freedom once again.
These are the days that I keep close in my heart. I have a feeling I'll be dreaming about that little wish for good long while. And maybe someday we'll find a way to make that dream come true.