dawdling

Some weeks ago we had a large dead maple tree cut down in the back. Yesterday I spent much of the day cutting it up for firewood this upcoming winter. I consolidate my woodpile for splitting purposes so I was moving it from one field to another.
It was a hot day, and I'm retired so there was a fair amount of dawdling in the back of the truck during the offloading process. Summer lay heavy in the sound of the wind through the tall grass. Butterflies chasing each other across the fields; white ones and burnt orange. Swallows chirping high in the sky overhead. Bouquets of cinquefoil, clover, and daisies smiling from the pasture; red, yellow and white.