A goldfinch chews up some flower heads. I am seeing small flocks start to form.
Let's take a walk in the woods, something little dogs never object to.
This tiny Comma looks like a fallen leaf almost.
Both of her parents had came from Italy. Her mother came with her parents and in later years her father on his own. They were married after a very short courtship and immediately set up house in a home given to them from her parents. This house would stay with the family for four more generations. Her mother tended the house and a few farm chores while her father worked at a nearby military fort, fixing anything that needed fixed as he explained it. He would fix bridles, leaky roofs, paint, what ever he found needed done. He also farmed with a brother-in-law and never seemed to have much free time to himself. After he had lost his wife he cleaned a nearby church with his children. It seemed being busy helped him with his grief, and provided a comfortable life for his family. After three years of being without a wife he met a lady and soon was remarried. She took over the house with ease, and the children adjusted to her well. Her family had came to this area reaching out into the frontier for the Lutheran Church. This was how they met at the only church in the area, even though he had been raised Catholic. They went on to have five more children and this oldest daughter soon became a babysitter and even helped with the delivery of a few of her siblings. All the children were born in the same bedroom and in later years her first child also.
It was funny what made her think about people in her past. One person in particular came upon her mind almost everyday, her mother. He new mother was always nice to her, as long as she stayed within the rules of her house. They traded a lot of chores around the house when she came, but her real mother always stood out in her memories. It was the way she swept the floor, darning socks or many of the household duties she performed. Even humming often brought back her fondness for music. Today she walked past a small metal bucket and remembered her mother’s praise when her father brought it home to show what he had made at his work. She bent down and felt all the smooth seams and thought how smoothly her life had gone before she lost her mother. She hummed a hymn, and danced swinging the bucket around. A pair of brothers peeked in and started laughing. She turned around rather startled from her daydream, and they were met with a glare. This was a glare not to ever want to have made toward you, a look she would perfect throughout her lifetime. When they quietly entered they apologized for scaring her, but really enjoyed the moment. They were then told this wonderful story of their father making this bucket and how their mother told this same story to many of her friends. She breezed through a few thoughts and followed them out to play some tag in the front yard. Her mother loved to stand and watch them play in this yard she reminisced. She stood just outside of the door, with her apron tied trim, enjoying the artful games. When she smiled and laughed it was her mother’s laugh, a part of her she didn’t remember.
to be continued.....