6.19.2014

it's the end of the world


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The childs and I dropped by my grandparents' place last night and stayed over.  I was hoping that today the kids would get a chance to work on the dead wood fort they started building last summer.  Instead, it was rainy as hell.

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Some of the creatures that inhabit the farm didn't seem to mind the rain.

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And others were as put out by it as I was.

I stayed dry on the porch and looked about.  Compared to the city, the farm is so very quiet and peaceful.  I feel completely privileged to have spent good portions of my life, particularly my childhood, feeling contented to be among the mostly dormant, gently rusting, detritus of farm life.  

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Rain, on the farm, is good.

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Outside my grandmother's window is her extensive bird feeding systems.  There is dozens of species that visit.

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Not all of them feathered.

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Be very, very quiet, we're hunting ground squirrel.

I seem to be taking more and more pictures of the farm, as of late.  I think I am documenting. The rumblings about having to sell up and move into town are getting louder and more frequent. 

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The thought of no longer having this home feels catastrophic. 

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So I visit, and take pictures, as often as I can.  I try to freeze time and make stay what will, inevitably, go away.

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Perhaps the rain, so good for the flowers, wasn't so great for my psyche.  While I was being melancholy out in the damp, the childs were hanging out with their great grandma, developing an appreciation for the finer points of The Price is Right, snacking on forbidden sweet cereal and laughing their heads off at the antics of the birds outside at the feeders.  For them, living in the moment, they feel fine.

2 comments:

  1. Change is hard. The benefit of having them in the city will be that the kids can visit with them more.

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  2. This one brings tears. :) Our family said goodbye to a lovely cabin on a lake after many generations have enjoyed making spectacular memories there. My grandparents just not in physical condition to carry on living out there.
    Bittersweet moments, seeing time traipse past us in pictures is always a great way to document the wonderful places of our lives.

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