March Twentieth; And the Word of the day, Renew(ing) the Spirit and Memories

 I think, therefore I shall. I believe that today would be a good day to renew the spirit through a walk down memory lane. It is the first official day of Spring after all, what better day than this?  The sun is well up over the trees, the breeze playing a familiar tune on the chimes on the porch, and the first pot of coffee is near empty. The sky a gentle pallet of blue with fine, white clouds appearing like a gentle brush stoke. Ever so often the breeze plays with the leaves waiting to be raked away. The feral cats have been fed, but they appear from time to time checking to see if more has been added to the empty bowls. The temperature was cool this morning so I built a low fire to ward off the chill. My son has taken a day off from work, planning an adventure of some sort, and he wanders back and forth in his preparations. It is the prefect day indeed to sit and wander down memory lane.

Growing up in this house, the arrival of Spring meant the opening of windows as we didn’t have air conditioning. It also meant that dad would be watching baseball. The sound of the commentators and the crack of the bat filled the house. There is also a song that always puts me in the mind of Spring, Summer Breeze by Seals and Crofts. A gentle, easy going song.

The return to warm always had me and my brothers outside enjoying what we were and are so blessed with. A wooded back yard with creeks crossing through. Memories of chasing crawdads and tadpole. The feel of the cool water splashing on bare feet and legs. The taste of that water on a hot summer day.

And oh those adventures of imagination. Climbing to the top of trees and hanging on tightly as as one with the tree we swayed in the passing breeze and added weight. Standing on the uppermost branch and looking out across the landscape. Captain of a ship, lookout in a fort, or castle, or spaceship to Mars. Forget the fact that more often than not it was a Pine tree which meant pine sap which meant lectures from mom and she struggled to remove it from out clothing.

 Warm weather meant that Grandpa would be preparing his garden. Hearing the old plow crank up and begin moving across the ground, turning the soil over making ready. The scents of fresh turned earth a special aroma as we knew what would soon be coming from that garden. Our grandparents had a way with a garden and the amount of produce that came from there always plentiful and free from the many products that so many think essential now. 

Summer rains meant either finding shelter where we could, or enjoying dancing in the rain. Sailing ships made of leaves, acorns or the hull of a maypop fruit.

Playing as a child in the sand, creating roads and villages and caves from the damp earth over our hands.

 Living on a dirt road with few neighbors meant we could ride our bikes freely down the road without concerns over careless drivers. The parades we held. Times riding with arms and legs extended in joyous abandon.

What have we done to our children that they can not enjoy the innocent times that we did? Is it even possible to return and renew the ability to enjoy in full abandoned innocence of playing and being a child?

Down the path to the wood filled with the magic adventures of imagination

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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