Heavy with Pollen

so heavy with pollen, like the bee~

 that it's near impossible to get up.

the gardens have been full,

the jars and freezer bags are beginning to fill,

the field crops are nearing harvesting.

but even with all the bounty to prepare for winter,

it was time to take a drive and a walk.

we rode to the crystal clear, barely tepid waters

of the south shore of Lake Superior to take a break.

the hr. ride was a noisy chatter, even some bickering,

all of us needing interruption before falling prey 

to physical and mental collapse.

the water was calm enough for the sailors to delight

in an excursion in their sail boats and little and big kids

alike, to walk the shore in search of a rare agate or the 

rock with the most sparkle, or perhaps one as round as a ball.

the breeze was slight but enough to ward off the 

heat of the day.  a ' hush ' came over each of us

as the search began. no phones, no tv, no camera

buckets of water were carried and poured on dry,

tumbled rocks of the shore, as the little ones sat and 

tumbled their treasures again and again.  maybe they

would find just ' one more ' special stone to carry home

as a memory of the day~

or a feather

one more stop to fill our water bottles with icy cold,

refreshing water from the artesian well ~ water that is

constantly forced up from the deep pressure beneath

the mountain.  a true gift from God

the best gift of the day?

the song or two that were sung,

then~

the ' hush '

 on our return~

.

it was a great day

life no longer seemed so ' heavy '

life is good