Silvery full moon shining down upon us
The darkening sky is almost free of clouds
The streets seem more quiet tonight
I feel a great change coming on.
It is cooler tonight than normal
A change in the weather has come upon us.
I see there are fewer cars driving about.
Many of the driveways seem to be empty
The annual trek to the north has begun.
The siren call of warm sunny summers in other homes is upon us.
Altho many people will leave many others will stay.
This is their home.
They relish the quiet which will descend upon the park.
Looking ahead I see a fellow walker coming.
She is pushing a cart just like I am.
But her cart is filled, filled with Buster and Sophia,
Approaching us she brings the little dogs to be petted.
Their little bodies squirming with delight,
Waiting for my friendly hands to give them a rub.
This is what our park is about.
Neighbors greeting neighbors, exchanging their states of origin.
Our friendly walker wishes us safe travels.
We smile and say goodnight
But we know that next fall
Back to our park we will come,
Back to our friends in the south,
Back to our walks every evening
Back to our new friends, Buster and Sophia,
Hoping we will meet again under a silvery full moon.
Bon Voyage.
Whenever we look around for a subject that we know almost everyone has a story to tell about, it is easy to find the word “Habits.” Something that we all seem to have in our vocabulary, some good that we want to improve on, and some that we wish we could bury under a rock somewhere, never to be seen again. Habits seem to have a way of sneaking up on us when we have not even realized that they are part of our daily living. We moan and groan about the less desirable ones like smoking, overeating, laziness, and so on, but what about the other ones? You know, the ones that our spouses seem to complain about, like telling all the old stories we’ve heard a hundred times before, and all that stuff. Or maybe we have just gotten into the habit of only going to a certain restaurant, or driving on a certain road no matter how many different ways to drive exist.
Making excuses. I guess this is one that we can all relate to, at least all of the people that I know. I have to admit that some of us are better at it than others. Looking back at my childhood I remember that there were lots of opportunities to practice the art of dodging commitments to my chores. I had a younger brother, a couple of littler sisters, and there were always the “other people” out there that I could drag into the conversation when needed. My mother was a lot smarter than me tho, and usually she caught me up in my excuses, or sometimes downright fibs. No one could get past her for very long. She had that way of looking at me straight on, and then I would know the jig was up, and time to change my story.
Looking at a picture from last spring, in April to be exact, out our dining room sliding door after we had just returned from Florida. The scene looked so delicate, our flowering tree just beginning to show its early bloom, the pool still covered up after a long, hard winter, the grass a very light shade of green, and all of the new season just waiting to show up and give us some sunshine.
Today I began to “see” a problem.
If only we could go back,
Sometimes its easy to bring back the memories,