The cool summers air surrounds me as I sit on the porch biding another day good bye. In the winds I smell the scent of a wood stove near by. How easily our senses are triggered, summer nights growing up. We were not of the air conditioner crowd! Summers were a windows open experience. Some times leading to a cool summers breeze. Other times you sat near the window praying for any breeze to cool the raging summer air. I can’t help but smile, a life time child of the wood stove. The times of cutting wood in the deepest of snow because we ran out before spring. Occasionally waking up chilled because the fire had gone out. The smell was such a part of you it was unnoticed till you were away from it for a while. The scent of a wood stove takes my thoughts and heart back to him. Wood stove and pipe tobacco, two smells that will always bring comfort and a tinge of sadness into my heart. Tonight in the moonlight I can see his smile. It was always a little mischievous, his deep blue eyes that sparkled so. The same eyes that could fire sparks if you misbehaved. Ironic isn’t it; summer evenings he would smoke his last cigarette and tell us all good night. Lock the doors ,shut off the lights and bid another day good bye. As I to put out my last smoke for the day , I turn to lock the doors and shut off the lights. I call to my children a good night and love you. For these few traits of his I mimic or carry I am grateful. I hope that I carry more than this in his likeness. Though little money he helped anyone who asked. He was kind yet strong ,a poor mans generous. As I lay down to sleep I am thankful for the blessing of a summers night. For memories and the tears and joy they bring. For the man I married and my father (passed on now almost 20 years), both strong amazing men. For my children ,one with the bluest of eyes, two with the generosity and fire in their hearts that would rival his. Closing my eyes I can only hope I live a life helping others as he did. Being the strength or comfort for others when needed. In the moonlight of a summers night and every day that the sun shines I am proud. Drifting to sleep, I bid another day good bye, proud to be my fathers daughter !
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As the rain dances on the roof I am engrossed in natures symphony. Much like the scratchy sound of a 45 on an old record player, it engulfs me in comfort. In this world of ring tones and new alerts I cherish the internal warmth that it brings. With winters departure the sounds of spring create a chorus that sends me to nestle beneath a warm blanket. Hot tea in hand and the warmth of my husband beside me I listen. The birds call to each other amidst the sounds of rain drops riding the winds. I couldn’t tell you what is on T.V. as the moment is just tranquil. I find my eyes floating thru the most recent seed order catalog. Winter whispers a good bye song as spring pushes her out of the limelight. With rain drops and wind winter leaves us, the beauty of spring will soon take the stage. I have scorned the cold and snow of winter. Tucked here in my warm bed with sunny days so close I, for a minute feel the loss of winters beauty. With all the freezing cold there was still a beauty in it all. For all the annoyances, it is a season that brings out the good in people. With a deep breath and a sip of my tea I flip to the next page. I smile to my crazy old self in the realization that winter, like spring will return again in mother natures dance. With every changing season we will regret the losses and cherish the beauty. As in mother natures dance we will have our spot light, then move on for the next season to shine. So I will enjoy winters end and embrace the spring chorus that the birds will soon sing. I know that it is only natural , in our own lives we must embrace the changing seasons. Accept the changes and loss, and grow in the natural beauty that is our season, cherish their passing embrace their arrival !!…………. Land of Rose
We are all simply a small flame that joins with many other flames to create the torch that is life. No other flame has the right to impact or diminish the brilliance that is you. The torch of life flickers with the joy and pain that is living. Shine brightly in all that is you. Let no one extinguish the beauty and imperfections that is you. Shine bright and ignite those that smolder in their own existence. You can be the eternal flame, you can be the ember that fuels the small flames. Know your strength, know your worth. I have seen it within you ; I know !!! Land of Rose WordPress.com / barkyrose.blog.com
As a child there was the pilgrimage to the cemetery a couple times a year. The younger years involved planting a plant at the head stones of those whose journey led them from us. As time progressed it was plastic items and a list of rules that limited what could respectfully adorn the stone. I have an appreciation for the art that is a head stone. I enjoy reading the stones and picturing the people they now represent. I have taken my children to see the headstone of my father ,sister and others that have impacted my life. We did the family reunion stroll to look at the many family names that now rest below the well manicured grass and trees. I do not however go there often. If you do not know me , my house is filled with animals, plants and people. My decor is early barn, enhanced with the pictures of all the people who have shared me journey. Memorial day is a time to honor those who have journeyed on before us. A time when people adorn the stones of loved ones. Honorable markers for military and those cherished by all who knew them. In my reality every day is Memorial day. If you are like me you walk each day not only with their memories , but with the parts of them that made you whole. Daily, the pictures remind me of those who have gone. No trip to the cemetery is needed as I have their reflections in every room. Honor and mourn those who have stepped into the next journey before you. Let their memories shine within you, tell their stories and the ways they shared your smiles and tears. More than once a year reflect, let the fire in your heart carry the embers of their torch. Today and every day memorialize them in the good deeds done and the stories shared. No stone can bear witness to the amazing life of family and friend . You carry their torch, till our journeys cross again. Tell stories of their life and moments shared. In this way their torch and soul carries on till it once again merges within the flame that is you…. Land of Rose
I appreciate modern technology and all the advances it brings to health and safety. I am saddened by the loss of human socializing that has disappeared in it’s wake. I grew up in a society where you spoke to everyone, eye to eye, person to person. You couldn’t wait to go to school or join sports or a club so you could hang with friends. You knew most weekends would involve a visit to, or from a cousin, aunt or grandparent. No matter what you thought of your parents opinion you stood silently as they talked. Today’s world there are teenagers who verbally and openly question the thought that the parent thinks they know everything. Parents , the menace that tortures children and imprisons teens. I fully expect my children to think I’m clueless till they are 30 or 40. I to in the teen years felt my mom and dad had no clue about the world. They liked to nag, and chose to make a miserable life of slavery and drudgery my future. I at 49 ( took till 30 to start to comprehend) realize that parents often make choices and request that seem unfair. As the mother bird shoves her babies from the nest, parents to must push. We need to stand up if criticized, stand strong in the face of accused injustice. It is hard at times and weighs heavy on my heart. I now know why mom seemed so tired, it wasn’t just the job she had before coming home to us. It was (as i look back now) the job of taking care of us. Many a time when asked to do chores, simple things like dishes of trash there would be complaining . Some times she’d say don’t talk back and do it, we all have to help out. Others times she would just look down and then do it herself. Memories now vivid, I can see she wasn’t just tired, there was a sadness. A good mother pushes her child so they can grow and become adults that lead healthy productive lives. There are however days when moms are truly just tired. Tired of being wrong, tired of pushing and getting nothing but flack. Wondering if indeed had you raised them right, would you have to argue for help. Does a mother fail when no one wants to carry the burden of home and food. I’m not sure which is worse the fact you have to beg for help( my moms term). Maybe the fact you just figured they would want to help. Possibly wanting to ease the load of their mother, with one carrying for 3 now adults. Cell phones in hand and pods or pads whatever they are. Conversations carried out with our thumbs, rudeness to parents. There is an air of entitlement in today’s world. So many things have changed since the days of my teens. But one thing remains, the silent hurt on a mothers heart when disrespected. But as with any mom, tiny comments can hit close. Even when you know you will need to stand your ground . If only to help them continue to become the wonderful people they are destined to be. Much like the pain of labor this to will pass. Oh how I rattle on, I should be I must go as I have a load of laundry on the line, and dishes. I look down and say, don’t worry I got it, yes that’s sarcasm.
It was a joke in our family that most children would play with the box the toy came in longer than the much anticipated toy. Life is that way, as I grow older I realize we overlook the true meaning of “life is a gift”. It is not a gift that once opened, there is suddenly joy and fun. It is more like the empty cardboard box that most of us enjoyed as children. Life is only wonderful when you, yourself fill it. Find your curiosity in life, search for love . Enjoy the natural beauty of not only the land but the people and animals that share it with you. Find the same excitement you have opening a Christmas present, when you are caught in a sudden spring rain. Let your eyes sparkle in the reflections of spring lightning as it rips thru the sky. Know the greatest gift you have received is the ability to learn, grow and share. You are not only, the gift to others, but they are yours. Fill your world with appreciation and the wondrous beauty that can be, will follow. Land of Rose….