It's not finished and unedited but i wanted to put something on the blog and i need to go to bed now.
The pea seed pods crack open in the late summer heat. It hadn’t rained in weeks. Rain clouds found their ways northwards and thunder clapped in the distance. The towns people celebrated heartley after these last storms. Yes, a house was brunt by wayward lighting bolts but cisterns were full and fruits were full and ripe. Here, pea pods hung from crisp vines like shutters on windows flung open to let in what cooling breezes there were. The seed that clung to the pods were collected for next years plantings and those that fell to the ground below were quickly snatched up by any number of rodents or creators of flight looking for a quick morsel.
A low bell clanged my way and in turning around I found my husband leading the goats out of the suns intensity and into the barn, where the heat wasn’t nearly as bad. Black flies swirled around my legs. Normally, this is merely a nuisance, but today it was enough to dive me mad. Taking my flaxen skirt, died golden orange, I ruffled it too and fro… vigorously. The flies darted about, leaving my skin and vicinity. Dust was ginergly tossed up into the air and settled back down the ground and my sweaty legs.
After I had stopped tussling my cloths about like a lunatic, the flies returned to infuriate me once again. The buzzed about and landed on my ankles and toes. They zipped up and down my calves and danced on my ankle. Griting my teeth and breathing in as deeply as I could, I tried to become in tune with my present situation. The sun beat down upon my back and slick sweat ran down my neck and flowed to the small of my back. The buzzing rang in my ears and the dancing and biting of flies shocked my nerves.
In my rage and gave out a deep guttural cry, hoping this would elevate the heat or at very least the insect situation.
