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liked by jonahmarais and 349, 986 others imzachherron got a girl back home :) she's cool
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The countryside bathed in brilliant summer sunlight, white and pink clover on the hills, cows graze contentedly, calves at their sides growing bigger by the day. The grass grows taller in the meadows, swaying, rustling as crickets chirp while Children hide in the neighbourhood plying hide 'n' seek. There were picnics by the river, open dense grass, hot, cloudless and lazy days with quiche, sandwiches, apples, watermelon and sparkling water. I loved how the summer began and ended in the area I lived.
The small but large house sat at the edge of the close town, the backyard green with a chestnut cavoodle rolling around in the flowers and butterflies. Fixing the button of my overalls I breath in the fresh air and finally strapped the denim material over my shoulder, giving the little dog a belly rub.
My grandfather pulled and plucked at the garden of the public holiday and planted new sunflowers that followed the bright rays along the white picket fence.
My grandmother cooked inside making food for lunch in about an hours time, a cake prepared to go into the oven as the breeze swept through all the open windows.
I slowly get up waving to our next door neighbours before moving into the bare studio that was lined with white protective sheets to protect the floor from the soon to be yellow wall I promised to paint. My grandmother wanted to place all her artwork and sculptures in there along with her work space and I didn't mind helping since I was down for the summer holiday of the fourth of July. It used to be so different but still it was one of my favourite times of the year,
don't think about him.
we giggle as we ride our bikes as fast as we can away from the other kids rushing to his grandparents house dropping them on the front lawn. crying a hello to his ma and pa we rush past grabbing our bathers and getting changed separately before racing out the back to the river. pushing a joint kayak out of the bay we paddle past my grandparents laughing and joking around till he'd purposely tip the skinny boat soaking us instantly.
it was never different every year, until he left. pushing down the sad thoughts after doing up my apron I dip the top of the paint brush into the next tin of paint. I'd already painted the other three walls all morning, all I had left was the one that you'd see first to your right. The sound of a motor roared outside but I ignored it bringing myself satisfaction as I stroked the paintbrush up and down the wall, my hair falling down slightly but not close enough to get dirtied.
"(y/n)! please come here dear!!!"
"coming!" I put the paintbrush down in a clean way walking out of the studio trying to untie the knot I'd created at the back. With my head down I continue unlooping it as I push the fly wire wooden door.
