Day 359 – Mother’s Day Comes Once Again

Mother’s Day Comes Once Again

Day 359

The Mother by Robert William Service

Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim with joy to-day
The lips you used to kiss.

Your children distant will become,
And wide the gulf will grow;
The lips of loving will be dumb,
The trust you used to know
Will in another’s heart repose,
Another’s voice will cheer . . .
And you will fondle baby clothes
And brush away a tear.

But though you are estranged almost,
And often lost to view,
How you will see a little ghost
Who ran to cling to you!
Yet maybe children’s children will
Caress you with a smile . . .
Grandmother love will bless you still,–
Well, just a little while.

Day 228 – After Mom Called

After Mom Called

Day 228

After Sunset by William Allingham

The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun’s death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
Through voiceless vales, o’er lawn and purpled hill
And hazéd mead, her mystery to fulfil.
Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind
Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will,–
Tho’ all the wood, alive atop with wings
Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks,
Seethes with the clamour of a thousand rooks.
Now every sound at length is hush’d away.
These few are sacred moments. One more Day
Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things.
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I drove today.  I drove and drove and drove.  For hours.  My camera rode in the seat beside me.  In in all of those miles I drove,  I saw many things.
I saw… horses, cows,
barns, buggies,
trees, streams,
a Coke bottle on the side of the road,
silos, fences,
traffic lights, intersections,
overpasses, restaurants,
banks, car dealerships,
dirty piles of snow, factories,
trash cans,
the sun sparkling on lakes and ponds,
the Bristol Playhouse, flags waving in the breeze,
a Christmas tree farm, old abandoned homes…..
But I did not find one single thing that wanted me to photograph it.  Not even one.   After that long drive I needed to meditate and consider what the backs of my eyelids look like for a few minutes.  Then my mom called, “Cyndi, I want you to go outside with your camera and look at the sky.  It looks like one of your Mt. St. Helen ash ornaments.”
And so it did.

Day 53

Day 53 had too many photos to possibly choose from – Okay, I did choose but everything else is sitting in an album to to uploaded to my facebook page for sharing with family and friends.  Beautiful sun-filled day on the St. Joe today at the campsite.  We just headed out to have our first cook out of the season and my peaceful place left me refreshed and ready for the new week.  Bliss.

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