Home is not where you're from...
it's where you belong~
Last Saturday, found us running around taking care of business...lovin'
on some grand kids, and at one point walking through some leaves.
The sun was just right to catch the simple breathtaking beauty of, the
one leaf of red. I have always thought up until today, that if I was to
be remembered in some regard to God's beauty ...let it be in the
brilliance of a wild sunflower. But today I changed my mind. Not sure
exactly what it was, that made me catch my breath, as I bent down to
pick one up, and place it in my pocket.
The air was crisp, the distant call of kids to one another, while
jumping on the tramp...the bark of the neighbors dog, or hum of the
heavy equipment on the street just one over...maybe the chuckle of my
son? A song on the radio, as a car passed by. A feeling of overwhelming
nostalgia caught in my throat, as I stifled a sob.
My daughter was married in this yard, several years ago in October. I
always felt that the theme and decorations, had been enhanced by the
natural fall of leaves as they floated to earth. The golds, the burnt
orange tinged in brown and the reds.
My grand parents taught me about work, and respect for the goods of
nature...in this yard. My Dad, worked with and trained his beloved dog
in this yard...my sweet husband raked, and raked and gathered up leaves
in this yard, teaching a grandson about the delights of
accomplishment...was it the pungent wisp of roasting potatoes in the
piles of raked leaves as we chose to burn off some of them?
Decades of
stories and memories washed over me, as I inspected the veins of the red
leaf and put it somewhere safe to take out and look at in the future.
Maybe it is that I am getting older in the tooth. My blaze of the
sunflower, is coming of age. The subtle grace of life is giving it's
last hurrah, in the form a red leaf~
Still enjoying my journey...
