More Than a Tree

The plans were made once again for the seven cousins to meet at 9 o’clock on Sunday morning at their great-grandparents family tree farm. The little cousins, their parents, and grandparents all met for coffee and endless donut holes in the warmth of the house before heading out to the fields to find that just right tree. We were there early enough to have the farm to ourselves so the youngest could enjoy hide and seek among the evergreens without worry. 

Amidst the counting and squeals of “here I come,” I paused to take in the moment. I looked around to see the rows of trees, planted and groomed by my father-in-law, with the help of all of us at one time or another. I recalled the wet soggy days in May where we knelt in the damp soil to plant seedlings, making sure each one was standing straight and tall.  We covered ourselves with sunscreen to avoid poison ivy on the bare wrists, where the gloves and long-sleeved shirts meet. Our day ended with a delicious hot lunch made and served by mother-in-law, who was always grateful for the assistance setting out 500 or more trees.  Transplanting those saplings was hard yet satisfying work.  We labored knowing that each little stem placed in the ground would yield joy to a family some ten years later. 

I see you! 

I was brought back to reality with the joyful voices and surrounded by the rows of our labor.  I admired the view, the laughter, and the memories made, and still yet to be made.  We continued along the grounds looking for that one tree that spoke to us, that one tree that was lovingly groomed and tended by the family patriarch. We walked as a family sharing more than a moment, rather we were sharing a life of family love and tradition. 

It truly is more than a tree.

My father-in-law helping me carry my chosen tree

 

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It’s Tuesday and I’m sharing my slice of life story with the writing community over at Two Writing Teachers. Take a peek and consider joining in!

 

Gray Day

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Gray Day

Gray day.

Snuggled under a blanket, eating soup and listening to the tick of the clock.

Gray day.

Warm and cozy inside, gazing across the lake and watching the white caps form.

Gray day.

Book in hand, noticing the darkness and spying the fog consume the view.

Gray day.

Settle in deeper, embracing the peace of my home and realizing my blessings.

Gray day.

 

 

A Change of Pace #SOL19 Day 22/31

I am once again participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge for the month of March.  This is the fourth year I have joined the community of writers over at Two Writing Teachers in taking up this challenge of writing for 31 consecutive days.  I know it will be hard work but the growth will be immeasurable. Follow along!

A Change of Pace

My dryer broke and the repairman had to be called.

I can take a look at it on Thursday morning at 8:30.

Any openings on Saturday?

Sorry we don’t do Saturdays.

OK.  I’ll make Thursday work.

This is how I found myself home later than usual waiting for the dryer repairman to arrive.  While waiting I treated myself to an extra cup of coffee and watched the swan and other water fowl returning to the now open lake waters. I am not used to having time at home on a weekday morning so I tried to make the best of it.

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I enjoy the quiet of the morning gazing out the window and observing the bird behaviors. The avian species seem to disappear in the winter.  With this week’s relatively warmer weather they have suddenly appeared swimming here and there, cackling and honking at all hours of the day.  With coffee in hand I can take the time to enjoy their movements, their eating patterns, and their flight paths.  This gift of time slows me down to breath and take in the beauty of the lake that I oftentimes miss in my hurried state each morning.

The repairman arrives telling me I have to replace the heating unit and call the electrician due to a faulty outlet.  An hour and $194 later he leaves reminding me to not use the dryer until the electrician comes to replace the plug.

I wonder if Dan the electrician makes house calls on Saturday? Or maybe I really prefer another weekday.

Lake Man #SOL19 Day 20/31

I am once again participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge for the month of March.  This is the fourth year I have joined the community of writers over at Two Writing Teachers in taking up this challenge of writing for 31 consecutive days.  I know it will be hard work but the growth will be immeasurable. Follow along!

Lake Man

He is out there all year long enjoying the natural beauty that the lake has to offer.

In the summer he is seen swimming laps along the shore watching the bass and blue gill wave by.

In the fall, he is pedaling his bicycle powered boat across the surface checking out the flight of the eagle.

In the winter he is snowshoeing along the frozen tundra tracking the snow prints left by various critters.

Today he kayaks among the remains of icebergs… just as I stood up to pull up my tights.

Yes he sees so many interesting sights!

Time to get dressed in the closet again.

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Lake Man skiing by one morning about one month ago. I didn’t dare take a picture this morning!

Daffodils #SOL19 Day 8/31

I am once again participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge for the month of March.  This is the fourth year I have joined the community of writers over at Two Writing Teachers in taking up this challenge of writing for 31 consecutive days.  I know it will be hard work but the growth will be immeasurable. Feel free to follow along!

 

 

 Daffodils

Grace the table with bright sunshine.

Petals unfurl before my own eyes.

Takes me away from winter grays.

Producing smiles each time I stare.

Cheapest way to get to spring.

Best ten dollars spent this week.

Today I am attempting to capture the joy of daffodils through a series of six word memoirs. It was a fun way to think about sequence, rhythm, and word choice.

Have you tried writing a six word memoir?