Contemplation and consideration, remembering those worthy and more of remembrance.
I’m sitting here, in a nice chair, in my own home somewhere in a relatively quiet country setting. I’m looking out the window at a wooded backyard, listening to the birds singing and watching the cats and kittens that have taken up residence. As I take a sip of coffee I glance at all the stuff around this room, and consider everything through the house. Material things that have been collected over time, some of which was passed down from family members. There is a gentle, soothing breeze drifting in through the open windows causing the trees to sway just enough to change the patterns the sunlight is creating on the ground.
Earlier I watched a butterfly as it danced across the backyard, a glorious ballet that caught the attention of one of the kittens. The butterfly dipped low often, teasing the kitten which did not manage to capture its quarry before it moved onward and away. I have hung the feeders for hummingbird just outside of the windows to this room. They have already been visited and enjoyed. My mother taught me how to make food for them myself so as not to use anything using dyes or other additives.
I’m waiting on a friend to drop by this afternoon. They have shown interest in adopting one of the colony of kittens in my backyard. They have taken one years ago from a different mother and litter, I know she will love and treat it as cats expect and demand. I know that they will arrive.
Today though, today is a day in which we remember those who donned a uniform, no matter the branch of service or in which war they fought but did not return home. It is a day in which we remember the price they paid, for those they left at home. It is a day in which we recognize the courage shown, the belief they held, the gift of all they had, given to us. Given so we can live free. Given so we can live in a quiet place, or a hectic one. Given so we would be safe. Given, because they believed in what they were doing and why they were doing it.
Today, while many enjoy a long weekend, doing what ever they choose, may we still take the time to acknowledge and remember. To show respect to those who went forward, gave it all, and either did not return, or returned in a box. It is they, who deserve to be acknowledged, remembered, and respected.
Words from The Dirt Road 
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Beautifully said. And I love the visuals as you sit outside enjoying the view. I felt like I was right there with you! Thank you!
I’m glad. I would make sure that the colony out back leaves room on the steps for you when you visit with me here.
Why thank you!! Packing up my nip!