The wind blew today, hot and dusty with lots of fuzzies from Mesquite trees and Desert Broom. For some reason, it made me think of a memorable day in my childhood although today's wind and dust did not compare to that awesome day.
Dad and I were at Granddad Pepperd's farm on the plains of Kansas. The year was 1939 or there about. It was a hot summer morning, but not so hot that a playful child would stay inside.