Walk with us into the magic of autumn where tree-lined serenity surrounds… the old swimming hole evokes precious memories of when they were young. We stumble upon a home for one lucky critter, but built by who? We’re touched by the Compassion on a bench… Only a short drive, but as we walk in the light rain, reveling in the fragrance of a new season, it seems we’ve stepped into a whole new world.
Their imaginations carried them into the African Savannah keeping watch for a parade of animals on the hunt They chose not to be prey if avoiding such demise was possible – Suddenly, their feet stopped in their tracks, as fear crept up the backs of their necks – A thunder-booming growl echoed throughout the grassland The next move meant life or death Then a meow joined the growl Terror escalated as they held their breath, mirroring an owl’s innate ability, afraid to make a sound Then when Mom yelled, “Lunch is ready,” fear subsided and their adventure came to an abrupt halt – until next time when their imaginings became alive again
Sunny California is finally sunny again with warmer temps on their way. Our son flew home on Saturday, following the end of his political science internship in DC. He wanted to be home for my birthday (Sunday), and what better gift than to have both of my children home. My excitement to see him couldn’t be put into words. Then to have the four of us together again was awesome! And the awesomeness continues for the week before he returns to college for his final quarter. Yes, then graduation in June. More celebrating! 🎉
The picture below was taken on the speaker’s balcony of the capitol.
My heart was full from all the birthday wishes from family and friends, but this year, I wanted a celebration with just my husband and children. It was a great family day with lots of surprises and carrot cake (my fave) to top of the day. I made my wish, so we shall see. I’m also not shy about sharing my age. I’m simply grateful to be alive to celebrate each new year.
And with the seasons changing, I wrote a sequel to my previous poem and post, A Cup of Spring.
Mr. Winter bows as the curtain gently falls His mood is melancholy
yet, he understands Miss Spring adjusts her petals, poised with grace, for the welcoming applause Hats off to her glow and
the warmth she evokes
I hope you’re applauding Miss Spring’s arrival, too, and I’ll end with some wise words that you’ve probably heard before… “Life is full of give and take. Give thanks, and take nothing for granted.“ ❤ 🌻 🌼 ❤
(It seems like a hundred years ago when I wrote this, when I first became a mom. It was the most wonderful feeling. I felt like I was walking on clouds. I still feel this way even now that my kids are in their twenties. They have been the biggest miracle in my life, along with my husband, and I’m beyond grateful. I hope you enjoy these words
from back when.) 💕
I watch him Sitting in the sand His quest for Adventure Shines through the look on his face Deep concentration
A slight breeze Blows his light brown hair As he digs For treasures My heart warms from his delight A precious moment
Lauren Scott 2017
(I learned about this poetry form at Ben’s site, https://bennaga.wordpress.com/ and he encouraged
me to try a Shadorma, as well. I couldn’t think
of a new topic, so I revised an old poem from
when my son was little. ❤ I hope you enjoy, and
thanks for the nudge, Ben. It’s always good to
learn something new.)
When my Mom was five years old, her father built this rocking chair; it was the year of 1926. Freshly painted bright white with animal decals were the final touches. I can only imagine the expression on her little face when “Daddy” presented this to her. It has traveled from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where Mom was born, far west to the sunny state of California. All of her daughters in their youth (my sisters and I) have shared the joy of this piece of history.
This priceless heirloom has lived in my sister’s homes for their children to use and appreciate. Then when our son and daughter were born, the charm of this gift touched them, as well. Over the years and more often than not, the thought of refinishing this mini rocker had drifted in and out of our minds. Although for some reason, it never happened. Maybe we were afraid of erasing history. Nonetheless, it will remain as you see it in this photo and our hope is that in the far future our grandchildren will have the chance to rock too.
Sometimes memories are all we have of years gone by, at times photographs evoke past moments spent, and now and then, a piece of handcrafted furniture takes us back to people we love and have lost. It’s been over three years now. We miss you, Mom. ♥
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
For my fifth and final nomination, I am tagging Michelle at http://michelleclementsjames.com/ (Book Chat) and I look forward to her contributions if she can find the time in between her wonderful book reviews.