Behind our home is a huge field. We live in a dense subdivision with many homes. Pioneer Peak Mountain serves as a backdrop to the hayfields. During the hay season, we are respectful of the farmers and do not trudge along the stalks. However, last week the hay dried out and the farmer was able to bale the hay. It is now a place of freedom.
Tonight, I took Willow (great dane) and a blanket out into "my" field. I found a perfect spot and laid on the field gazing expectantly at the stars. The wind has stopped after a full blown weekend of activities, and I rested. A true sabbath. Willow tends to run and play but often comes and sits with me.