“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” ―William Cullen Bryant
Today as I sit down to write, I find myself unable to focus on the here and now, the present tense.
Fond memories of fall, times past with my children, spring up, flood over me and serve to remind me that my babies are grown and gone. Nostalgia creeps up, its arrow bulls-eyes right to the heart, and I am undone.
I remember fall picnics, sharing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, watching childish antics and hearing silly stories of great adventures, out beneath the large oak tree.
There were magical times spent tromping through the apple trees, climbing up and down ladders and scurrying here and there, always at full speed, searching for the “bestest and most perfect apple”.
Excursions were also frequent to the local Bates Nut Farm, where the kids and I would go pumpkin hunting through the pumpkin patch, buy hot dogs, and afterwards, feed the goats.
My daughter carried her “blankie” with her everywhere she went and the petting zoo was no exception. I spent many afternoons, retrieving her blanket from some hungry goats mouth, as she toddled about squealing with joy and excitement to “touch the pretties.”
Memories are precious, wonderful things, even if they make us a bit sad.
So, after walking down this little pathway of memory lane, I tuck them away for now, and look again at the present and give thanks. I recognize the wonderful part about life is the ability to make new memories.
Memories of a little boy who enjoys warm maple syrup on his pancakes and can barely sit still to eat them, in anticipation of his monthly trip to the dump with grandpa. Tucked away are moments to treasure, of our grandson, lugging a pumpkin up the stairs from our pumpkin patch, exclaiming, “look grandma, it is just my size”.
Always one more memory on the horizon, waiting to embed itself into my life.
This fall, pumpkins along with life abounds. I’m ready for a special treat. How about you?
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