In My Own Backyard

Today started out great.  A lazy Sunday morning, lounging, reading the news, drinking my coffee.  The sun was shining brightly outside, but I knew it was cold.  I could see the dew on the grass and fallen leaves as it sparkled in the light. 

 

It was still very early when I heard the front door, and in struts my son.  OMG!  It's before noon and he is here.  Hell, it's before 11, he must be hungry.  LOL  He shivered a few times and said it was colder then a witches tit outside.  He is such a hoot!  My reply was why didn't he have a coat on.  I got the roll of the eyes as he picked up the remote and plopped on the couch.  Hmmm not the trek to the fridge right off the bat?  It was wonderful having him first thing.  I so miss our mornings together.  Sure there is a lot of grunting as we both wake up, but we've also had some of our most serious talks then.  I blame it on the fact that we weren't awake and our guard wasn't up yet.  Today was no different.  Today is his first day to picket.  We looked up where he had to park his car so he could catch the bus to the plant.  I offered to make him breakfast but nothing struck his fancy.  After about suggesting 4 or 5 things I got the grunt.  Ok, ok, I won't cook for you.  He grabbed a heavier sweatshirt that was still here and put it on over his football jersey.  I grabbed my camera and tried to get a shot.  'Mom, no, stop it!'  I laughed it off and kept following him.  'Look, you have nekkid pictures of me when I was baby, my first bath, my first step, first day of school, graduating, you DO NOT NEED the first day of the strike.'  We both laughed and I put the camera down.   We chatted some more and then it was time for him to leave.  As he walked out the door I felt a wave of emotions.  Tears welled in my eyes.  You so want to protect your children from all the bad in the world.  You want their dreams and wishes to come true.  You want their lives to be filled with nothing but good things and happiness.  Unfortunately as they grow up, become adults themselves, you can't protect them anymore.  You have to let them live, experience, learn from mistakes, and adjust to the things life hands them.  Let them have their own dreams.  I wanted to give him a hug, but ::sigh:: the door shut.

 

I had thought about taking a ride today to get some pictures, but it was fairly late when he left and I did want to watch the football game.  Or at least listen to it with the ability to see the replays.  I don't have high hopes as they are playing Da Bears, but I still like to know what is going on.  I was downstairs and looked out the sliding glass door.  Why go for a ride?  You have beauty right in your own backyard.  A good portion of the leaves have fallen but I liked the look of the trees past the end of my yard.  Bare trees, green, and color.  Then the darkness as you peer through the trunks.  It really isn't that full, but the effect makes you think it is a dense forest. 

 

 

 

When I turned to come back in the house there at the edge of the patio was the wood stack, or at least one of them.  In preparation for a cold winter the wood was stacked right to the yawning.  I took a couple pictures and walked in the house.  I wasn't sure why I'd bothered with the pictures of the wood but something made me do it.  As I closed the sliding glass door the wood stove caught my eye, and yeap I took shots of that too.  No doubt down the road I will find something else to do with them, but I decided to play a bit.  Just a reminder that winter is on the way and you don't have to go far to find beauty. 

 

 

Argh!  Did I say I wanted to watch the football game?  Good Gawd Da Bears are gonna kick some ass today.  OUCH!!  I'm glad I'm a hockey fan.  And my boys started the season 3-0... only 79 more games to go. 

 

Enjoy your Sunday!

hugs

~d