No one is home...no one lives here anymore. The early Spring rebirth adds life to a home long forgotten. With the weatherboards chipping, the porch in decay, and vines beginning to reclaim their turf...the light lime greens of Spring at least give a sense of dignity to the dying memories of families raised, the once manicured yard, and the wicker chairs that once graced the porch on a hot summer's evening...glasses of sun tea and neighborly conversations.
Tonight, think of your home...walk outside and take the time to look around, recalling all of life's events that echo from your yard, street or neighborhood. The block parties, the graduations, the comfort received from the gathering after the funeral, or just conversations over a fence. Similar life events, just as important took place for a family in this yard and within these walls. It is as if Spring is helping to preserve those memories as long as possible before nature finally wins out and another homestead is raised on this same hallowed ground decades from now.
1132 - Small Fry - *Small Fry* It is all small stuff— At work, at home and at ease. Everyday stuff. . --- © J Cosmo Newbery 2017 ---
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