This evening in the sweltering Georgia heat our Princess and I took Miss Sophie out for her evening constitutional. Many are bidding summer adieu and proclaiming this the last weekend of summer.
Yeah, I don’t think Georgia got the memo.
She’s still blazing like a great ball of fire.
We walked along with my girl talking about how our neighborhood is changing. Again. One of her friends who has lived here for years moved over the summer, and she is missing her. I get it. Already she is looking back at the days of playing with her friend as the “good old days.”
As we walked along, I noticed this tree in one of the neighbors’ yards.
A weeping willow.
I stopped for a minute and just gazed upon it. It took me back to my own “good old days.”
The summer evenings at my Granny’s. With my cousins. They were magical. When dusk hit, the stars came out, and the air would stir and cool down just enough to let us run around chasing the lightning bugs. Granny would sit on the porch and watch us, escaping the heat of the day that was still trapped inside the house. We ran and laughed and played beneath the walnut and cedar trees. And on one side of the yard was the weeping willow.
She mystified me then. With her long flowing tendrils blowing gently in the breeze. It felt like I could hide away from the world within her arms. I’m sure I could still be seen, but tucked away in there, I felt safe. I was puzzled by her sadness though. Something of a literalist back then, I wondered what on earth she was so sad about. And so I sat in the quiet with her sometimes. Just listening. And thinking.
She still mystifies me. I think the weeping willow is the poet of the tree family. She bends in the wind far more than the others, and yet she is still strong. In my heart I feel like she can understand and empathize with me and still be a stalwart of strength for those who need to lean on her.
I’ve always had a thing for anthropomorphizing. Sorry, I digress.
Tonight I’m thankful for the whimsical and happy memories of days gone by–mine and those of our Princess. I hope that she will find a way to make many more. I am glad I got to hear where her heart and mind are tonight. What better time to recall and remember and share than when the seasons are about to change and summer is about to end?
Hoping you all have memories of your own good old days to take with you into the seasons ahead.
Love to all.
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