|Julie Townsend Studio||
The summer days were filled with climbing trees, building forts, riding bikes and swimming at the creek. The nights were hot and muggy but filled with the sounds of June bugs, tree frogs, crickets and whippoorwills. If you laid in your bed really still and focused on all the night sounds you might forget just how hot you were.
One of my absolute highlights was to get a letter in the mailbox. As I entered my teen years I developed several pen pal friendships and so if I wasn't walking the half mile up the gravel road to Highway 52 (Between Tuscumbia and Eldon) where our mailbox was located to mail a letter I was walking there to hopefully retrieve one.
This piece that I call "Lunch Under the Mailbox" reminds me a lot about my childhood. I the summer there were little box turtles everywhere and my mom would often stop the car so that we could render aid to one that might have been flipped over while crossing the road. They are most certainly my favorite reptile. This little guy is very much anticipating a tasty snack.