Sunday, September 16, 2012

I wish ~Autumn~ could stay Forever~

Beautiful Autumn Morning, LaMarr and I watched the deer feeding by the creek, we added a salt block by the creek so we could watch them from the back porch. The feed store was filled with mums, pumpkins and Indian corn, little chicks under warm lights, cute yellow balls of fluff. Getting ready for Autumn, adding scarecrows, here and there,
My little crows added to the back porch, Welcome..
These little crows makes me smile~Oh Beautiful Autumn I love you~
Another year is passing, thoughts of my sister today~ the sight of a simple June bug~ Memories flashed through my mind. A day long ago when we were 8 and 12 years old. Walking down a dirt road, picking blackberries, the June bugs all shiny backs eating as many blackberries as we were, My brother would tie string on the legs and hold them like a kite. My sister and I would beg him to stop..the June Bugs would fly till a leg would break off. We would smack him and cry. He would laugh and say we were "Just Girls". My sister an Brother are both gone now. I pray they are chasing June Bugs In Heaven~ Yes, another season is passing~
I know the laughter and the pain
Of times that will not come again.
-- Sara Teasdale




Memories are sometimes all we have left of someone we hold dear~
My sister and I spent many days,in the woods by grandpas house, I remember that old swing like it was yesterday.

Made of an old barn board,the rope frayed with age, where our feet had pushed off-the ground was rubbed and deeply grooved.
We would fly through the air laughter and screams of joy filled the woods, once Mary pushed me so far..I fell from the swing mid air..I hit the hard packed dirt with a thud,my heart felt like it had stopped.
Breathless I lay their it seemed forever, all the time Mary was crying ..saying "I killed my sissy"..

Finally I opened my eyes, she jumped back saying,"Thats not funny" I'll telling mama~
We never told mama then~
Years later we sat on mama's front porch,,and told mama~~
After school we would all meet there,play hide and seek~


The woods were our playground, homemade swing-and all~

In the woods we return to reason and faith. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson


Everything remembered is dear, touching and precious. The past
is safe, though we didn't know it at the time.
Remembering my "sissy Mary~ September.2.1943-January,19.2012

~Forever in my Heart~~

Nights of storm, days of mist, sad days when the sun shone in vain; old griefs and griefs not yet begun. -- Edward Thomas

3 comments:

  1. Tea, This is such a beautiful, beautiful post! I enjoyed every moment while reading it and was envisioning you and your sister and brother in the blackberries and you flying from the swing.

    It left my face wet with tears....

    Such sweet memories. Hold them dear and know you are so blessed to have them!
    ♥ Jil

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  2. Awww sweet memory you had.Your blog is gorgeous.I love everything you have on it. So beautiful to browse thru over and over again.

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  3. Hi Tea, I enjoyed your blog post today. I saw you post it on FB. I have the same scarecrow couple. I am sorry for the loss of your sister. I know the pain of loss too. We don't get fall weather here until Oct. I only know the wood from visits to the mountains. You make me think of Little House in the Praire :)

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Hello there ~~Welcome~I hope you find within My Hope Chest a place to relax and enjoy yourself and calm your mind. . Do come talk to me a while, for strangers often make the best listeners. Enjoy, and remember to wander back here often Love and Blessings Tea~~