Since I am still overwhelmed with packing and preparing for my move – which keeps getting delayed and delayed by the cold weather, I decided to share a post from Slim Randles that ran here a few years ago. I chose this one as we could all use a bit of warmth as the cold winter days march on.
This essay by Slim Randles, today’s Wednesday’s Guest, put me in mind of the summer evenings of my childhood when us kids would be playing baseball on the street while the grownups sat on porch swings, enjoying a cool evening after a sweltering day. There is something special about sharing moments like these with friends while connecting to the natural bounty we have all around us.
Often our drink of choice would be lemonade, so here is some we can share. Enjoy…
The evening was one of those that come back to you time after time, year after long year. It comes back and whispers of how good life can be when you’re well fed, enjoying life, and a good friend shares the front porch with you on a summer’s evening.
It was that way with Doc and Steve the other night. Doc thought he might have to do a scientific paper on the soporific effects of ice tea, fried chicken, and corn on the cob. As long as it didn’t take any effort.
So when this huge meal had been bull-snaked down, the two grinning friends came out to the porch to watch the sun go down behind the trees along Lewis Creek. The air had that orange and russet glow, and the breeze, that little one that caresses the neck, came slowly down from the hills and made their shirt collars wiggle ever so slightly.
It was like taking a dry bath in paradise.
Doc sidled up to one of the porch posts and gently tested it to see if it could hold the extra weight he was carrying with that meal. It stood fine, so he leaned against it seriously and looked out on the evening’s warmth.
Steve, who was enjoying having a fine meal that someone else cooked for a change, leaned against the post on the other side of the steps.
And then they just stood quietly, watching the day make beautiful skies as it ended.
The shadow on the ground foretold the presence of the circling bird. Doc and Steve paid no attention at first. Then a few minutes later, it was joined by two more circling birds over Doc’s house.
“Buzzards,” Steve mumbled.
“Yep,” said Doc.
They circled some more.
“I think one of us should move a little …” said Doc.
“Well … to let them know … you know.”
Steve sighed, then glanced over at Doc. “Flip you for it.”
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Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, “Home Country” and is the author of a number of books including Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by LPD Press. If you enjoy his columns here, you might want to check out the book Home Country. It has some of the best of his offerings through the years.