Yesterday and today I could hear the change. It’s in the way the leaves rustle. They have reached full potential and they begin to understand fall is not far behind. The sound immediately takes me back to my childhood and to my great aunt and uncle’s farm. For some reason, that sound and understanding is in my memory as we kids ran around waiting for the adults to be done jabbering.
We didn’t visit my grandmother’s sister’s farm often, but we loved it when we did. My great uncle was my grandfather’s brother. Sisters marrying brothers. They always had so many laughs together. And stories! I was so young, but the stories enthralled me. My family moved when I was five years old so we didn’t get to visit the farm often after that.
Not an eloquent story at all, but a fond memory. This little musing sparked my mental wanderings as I listened to the sounds of past and present this morning.
