At the edge of my grandmother’s yard there was a rock wall that separated our yard from hers. My little sister and I jumped over those rocks a thousand times. We used the rock wall as a hurdle in the pretend race courses we created.
“Run around the pecan tree and back to the barn, from the barn to the apple tree then run and jump over the rock wall. To the gravel road back through the yard over the rock wall and down to the pines. Climb the mimosa tree and down the mimosa tree then up the gravel road to the mailbox. Whoever touches the mailbox first wins.”
I can’t remember who won most of the time. Maybe we took turns winning. I do remember that when we finished the course we felt we’d done something big. Our rock wall hurdle seemed tall way back then.
The rocks are still there……exactly as they were when I was a little girl. Now I can step over those large old rocks with ease.
The rocks haven’t changed.
But I have.
“Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.” Colossians 2:7
In response to the Daily Prompt Cusp.
This pecan tree makes everything around it seem small.
When I was a girl a picnic table sat to the right of the tree and we had a garden beyond the ridge of rocks.
Now, the garden and the table are gone.
But the tree still reaches into the sky and over the barn giving plenty of shade.
In response to the Daily Post’s prompt Vegetal.
This is the first Summer living in my childhood home since I moved out 24 years ago. It’s special to get to be here. So many memories to be remembered that would stay forgotten if I weren’t here.
When I was a girl summer weekends meant hard work. The yard would be mowed, the garden tended, and the house cleaned. Then the best part came in the evening.
A good meal and enjoying our rest after the day’s work. If a late afternoon thunderstorm rolled in and cooled the air, Dad would prop the screen door open. If not, the small air conditioning unit in the window would keep us cool.
I walked around the house today enjoying the unearned beauty all around me. The ivy growing in the cedar tree. The day lilies in whites and yellows and oranges. The fruit trees and blackberries and muscadine vines. The Rose of Sharon and gardenia and the magnolia.
All the work of those before me.
Summer will always be lightning bugs blinking, cicadas humming, mosquitoes biting.
Tomato sandwiches, homemade ice cream, vegetable dinners.
Afternoon thunderstorms, long days, hot nights.
God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11