Today I had the honor of meeting some incredible souls. They are in their 90’s, grandparents who are incredibly active and told; “they have really slowed down”. This day he’s up at dawn mowing 2 acres of their 32 acre farm, she’s filling up the bird feeders, arranging plants and adding wood to their stove as; “It was a bit nippy this morning”.
As I walked on their land found my eyes tearing up. Could see corners of love everywhere and nature enjoying every midpoint. It was an honor to enjoy the labor of their hearts. Below is a picture of the bridge their grandmother would bring the school children over on the local bus in the late 1940’s.
Smiling it hits me, my very own daughter drives a school bus today! Interesting wouldn’t you say? They share their story and the bridge memory is preserved. With these thoughts whirling in my mind out fly’s this vibrant tree swallow, twirling and skimming the river for sustenance. She enters a nearby bird house, peers at me curiously, allows me to approach and then flies away again.
Soon there will be an empty nest, as the farm house is up for sale. This fertile land will sustain new memories as it shelters others. There is a sadness in what I witness yet it’s wrapped in comfort. The comfort is knowing actions have preserved yet another generation and though a season is ending, it hits me hard how we really don’t own anything, rather, all is lent to us, a season called mine. The only thing we can take ownership of is our actions; sow love, sit back and watch one bloom.
Their grandmother invited me in this day and shared with great pride and joy, a special plant of hers; “It only blooms once every four years”. Again, another miracle witnessed.
So thankful we have made the time…to witness the generations sow their knowing into being. Invited to break bread and have FUN! To be part of a very great invitation and taste of this banquet, yes, a great comfort indeed.