Northern Comfort; A Season Called Mine

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”.

CA 2013 141As 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.

the bridgeSmiling 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.

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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.

About Brenda

"Brenda adores the birds. She is enchanted with their grace, their beauty. It was the birds and being out among them that gave her the peace she so needed and forged a new passion She uses a camera to capture those incredible moments, to savor them and share them with others. For her the camera was freedom. Brenda spent her life healing others, and dealing with incredible pain and despair. The world of birds and nature and photography was what she turned to in order to see the beautiful side of the world" -Eric Curtis Cummings
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8 Responses to Northern Comfort; A Season Called Mine

  1. naquaiya says:

    Oh Brenda, this is such a beautiful story and it makes so much sense. I thank you for sharing such a wonderful experience. I just love having you and your family in my life again. You have made my day.

  2. Joyce says:

    This is wonderful. I never knew any of my grandparents, so I missed these sorts of experiences.

  3. Very nice…I miss my family…

    Susan Dusterhoft
    Today’s Working Woman

  4. What wonderful captures,Brenda.They make us happy too.

  5. Liz says:

    What a beautiful post. I was very young when my grandparents passed away. I miss them.

    Liz (yacb)

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