As summer closes in just a few days and kids return to school, I have to think back to the accomplishments of this season that always has me puzzled....days that drag on and seem to bring enjoyment and boredom to children whose schedules are lacking...to parents who watch their calendar intently, waiting for the back-to-school sale ads and supply lists.
All of the waiting and out of nowhere comes the thoughts "Where did summer go? It's almost over!" Followed by "What
Updated 07-29-2015 at 09:14 PM by ClumsyBlonde
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Our Mother’s Day trip home from East TN was interesting. For lunch, we made plans to arrive at a little town edging up to I-40 because they have several restaurants we’ve sampled through the years of traveling this route. We planned to be there early; 10:45-ish, to beat the church
Early morning sunrise streams in from behind cracked curtains and I see him.
I see him walk out in the snow to the shed, his jacket too thin for the bitter cold, his worn boots unlaced where underneath his heels broke free, and his socks were worn holey.
He hadn't eaten breakfast.
He didn't make his lunch.
I knew better than to ask if he had brushed his teeth because I already knew the answer. After ten years you know the answer.
The mornings and evenings seem to be the sun's fastest track. As I write this, it is morning, and the scene outside changes with each glimpse through the window. Not one second ago, the pines were not visible in the dark. Now they brush the sky with their bristles as if blending a pink hue into the gray. The pond is a gentle mirror in one moment, a rippling bathtub for the ducks the next. Egrets in flight are snowy white against the dark shadows still in the forest as if to tell those creatures
It is so strange, the beginning of a new year always sends me backwards in my thoughts. Perhaps it is because there is so much more time behind me than in front of me. I am 77 years old; turning 78 in February. I live a full and happy life in "real" time, however past memories have a way of holding me in their ethereal grip and I go stumbling along after them like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole.
Today I was wandering in a fenced in yard; I see wooden steps leading
Updated 01-09-2015 at 05:39 PM by RheaB