You know, it’s a wonder any of us Kansans have derrieres. We freeze them off in the winter and sweat them off in the summer. And the wind. The d*mn wind that never, ever stops blowing. To be honest, I’ve been fantasizing lately about a new home, and suburbs where young families flock, and a state other than this one. But all it took was a day like today to make me fall in love all over again (for now).
You see, there’s a part of me that takes comfort in deprivation. A lack of choices. Too many, and I’m overwhelmed and panic-stricken. I prefer Aldi’s over the mega stores, and do most of my clothes shopping online. I need things narrowed down to the essentials.
And that’s what this great state does for me. It doesn’t give us year-round beautiful weather. It gives us a handful. Days we don’t take for granted, ever, because they don’t come around that often. Nearly 60 degrees and sunny in late January, so I couldn’t let it go to waste. The ubiquitous wind could have dissuaded, but we’re Kansas girls after all. We can handle heavy breezes.
Out we went, backpack with picnic blanket and simple food. Turkey wraps, chia seed crackers, bananas, and a Mason jar full of water. I assured my daughters we wouldn’t see any bears, or wolves, or any natural predators, really. Another benefit of these low-lying plains. We could relax. And we did.
For two hours we hiked through the wooded area on our land, a full half mile until we reached the property line. All of this. Ours. Imperfect and drab, really, but ours. Our black lab criscrossed the creek ahead of us, panting and splashing and taking great delight in this adventure.
We sat in the sun overlooking the water and ate our food, a ladybug and grasshopper joining us on the blanket. “This is what life’s all about here girls. Just us, enjoying what we have.” And that’s the subtle glory of living on this simple 80 acres in this simple rectangular state.