I always look for it, every year. Sometime in August, there is a day that gives you a hint that the season is starting, slightly to turn. Today was the day. I noticed a different tang to the air rather than the usual humid heaviness that we experience in the middle of summer here. Although the high was in the mid 80's yesterday and today it will be 87, the air experienced a coolness that can only be attributed to sun not being around quite as long as it was a month ago. G-dog and I walked with a lighter step and I began to notice other things that told of the coming changes. The acorns are starting to fall, half eaten ones crunching under my feet, tiny green ones shaken from the branches. There are holes starting to appear in my flower beds, squirrels hiding their stash or stealing another's. The rabbits seem to be munching everything they can pack into their cheeks and all the woodland creatures are looking a bit pudgy.
Fall is my favorite season and this change signaled something in my brain to smile the rest of the walk, thinking of the evenings we'll spend around the outdoor fireplace, sipping wine and just enjoying the sounds and scents of the season.
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Thursday, August 7, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Kevin's Box of Memories
When I walk G-dog I take in the neighborhood as I go. Although the houses are similar and probably looked cookie-cutter when they were first built in the early 50's through the years people have added porches, additions, garages, etc so that they all have a unique look. I look at landscaping and windows to get ideas or just dream of doing something more with ours.
Today, was trash day. No, I do not pick through the trash but when you are trying to keep G-dog away from something particularly interesting you notice things. Today, I saw a Nike box with "Kevin's Box of Memories" written in Sharpie black. It looked like someone was doing some spring cleaning from the rest of the stuff that was there. The box struck me though as I continued on my walk. What did he have in that box? How long had he been keeping things? Why did he throw the box out? In my mind I really hoped that he found another box, a better one to keep his precious memories in. Maybe he had so many that he needed a larger size. What worried me was, what if that box sitting in the street was full? What if he decided that he was getting older and keeping stuff like that was girly? How sad would that be? I don't know this child but I was really hoping that his parents encouraged the idea of holding on to the things in the box instead of sacrificing it to 'spring cleaning.'
No, I will never know what, if anything was in that box but it made me realize that you should always treasure the memories, physical or otherwise that you have.
Today, was trash day. No, I do not pick through the trash but when you are trying to keep G-dog away from something particularly interesting you notice things. Today, I saw a Nike box with "Kevin's Box of Memories" written in Sharpie black. It looked like someone was doing some spring cleaning from the rest of the stuff that was there. The box struck me though as I continued on my walk. What did he have in that box? How long had he been keeping things? Why did he throw the box out? In my mind I really hoped that he found another box, a better one to keep his precious memories in. Maybe he had so many that he needed a larger size. What worried me was, what if that box sitting in the street was full? What if he decided that he was getting older and keeping stuff like that was girly? How sad would that be? I don't know this child but I was really hoping that his parents encouraged the idea of holding on to the things in the box instead of sacrificing it to 'spring cleaning.'
No, I will never know what, if anything was in that box but it made me realize that you should always treasure the memories, physical or otherwise that you have.
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