More and less.

(Botanical Gardens, Washington DC)

Today there are so many people, so many things, so many emotions, and the more there is, the less I want. The more man flies to the moon, the more I want to look at a tree. The more I live in the city, the more I search for a blade of grass. -Audrey Hepburn

Living just outside of Washington DC has its charms, but I often long to be back in Utah where life is slower and simpler. The longer I live surrounded by concrete and powder-blue cubicle walls, the more I want to run my fingers through the warm soil in my family’s garden. I want dirt under my nails. I want a farmer’s tan and to hear crickets singing outside my bedroom window. I want to mow the lawn; to smell the freshly cut grass as it sticks to my bare feet. I felt a little bit of that simplicity yesterday when Jared and I went on a bike ride to visit Thomas Jefferson. It was wonderful to feel the cool wind hit my face and to ride over the long bridge crossing the Potomac River. The harder we pedaled, the stronger the wind whipped around us. I felt like a kid, when I used to ride my bike to Bateman’s with my sissys. There was one unfortunate side effect of revisiting my childhood on my bike, though. My butt cheeks are mega-sore. Maybe someone could ask Grandma if I could borrow her little inflatable donut that she sits on. I will pay for the shipping.