6 posts tagged “clouds”
Photo Quest #13 was to describe Spring (or Autumn) and what it means to you.
Well Spring here in Western Washington is like a kid waking up for school on Monday, Cranky, screaming "5 more Minutes of Winter! " followed by fits on angry hail, rain storms, wind. Then after the Shower, there are rainbows, Tulips, and fresh green leaves waking up from a long winter. As soon as you start to enjoy this bit of spring you mention something Spring does not like and they Storm off to bed again leaving the ground frozen and littered with ice pellets. This is what Spring means to me. Haha! Here are my Three Submissions.
I layered my clothes as much as I could. It was chilly yesterday. The sun was warm though.
I went to my favorite antique store where they gave me a large scrapbook from 1935 with hundreds of pages filled with newspaper clippings about the Dion Quintuplets. They were an oddity back then, for a woman to have 5 babies, and lived through it as well as the babies. The children were basically taken away from the parents by the Doctor who said they needed constant supervision. He made them a sideshow attraction. People drove from all over to watch them play, eat, sleep, and cry. This is how these girls were raised. Reality TV before TV. I saw a documentary about them and interviews with three of the girls. They talked about how hard it was to be raised by nurses rather than parents. Who by the way never saw a penny from the sideshow racket. They were eventually not allowed to even view the children from the visitors area.
Sad.
Tomorrow is a holiday on my husbands side of the family, it is called Thanksmas. Husbands grandparents move to Arizona and winter there, so they miss the holidays. His family is so large that they really do ALL get together. Husbands mom is one of 5 kids, all 5 kids will be there along with their kids and their grandkids. We give modest gifts, like homemade banana bread, cookies, and crafts. I usually make soap but have not had time to make it, so I mounted some of my photos on cards making a small package of stationary. We have been celebrating Thanksmas for at least 8 years, maybe more. One of husbands cousins is about 7 years old and asked his dad how other peoples families celebrate Thanksmas. CUTE! It is just a time we all get together and talk loud and laugh louder. Hope I feel better *crosses fingers*
I talk a pretty big game, it is time for me to live up to this playful attitude I keep speaking of. The kind of playfulness my soul wants to come out, even though sometimes I just don't feel like it. I took a walk yesterday, and I really do not have a destination in mind, I just go up and down random streets and allies. Just really let my heart guide where I end up. My goal is to be in the sun for at least 20 minutes to soak in some vitamins and get my legs moving in hopes of gaining more energy (the laundry is piling up). So I ended up in a park that I have played in for my whole life. The wading pool, a small cement rectangle dry with leaves in it, I can remember feeling like I could swim in there when I was really just crawling on the bottom. I also brought my nephew there on our Monday we spent together. There are playground equipment not there anymore, deemed unsafe for todays children, would not want them to skin a knee, or bruise a shin or get a goose egg rising painfully from the skull. These things taught us what out bodies could and could not do, anyway, the park. It was empty, the hill I used to roll down is so much smaller that I remember, the smell of Pizza Haven is now replaced by an Italian place, and my favorite thing is still there. The swings.
How free it was to be on the swings, the air rushing by your ears making that thundering sound in your head, the weightlessness you feel just before going backwards, hanging my head backwards to see the world upside-down and swaying closer then far away again, the tips of my long blond tresses grazing the rocks below. Swinging so high you thought you could spin all the way around the bar across the top (thats how the chains got all knotted up there was it not?) No cares in the world, I could just lift my body off of that swing and fly away, If I could just get high enough. I pumped my legs beneath me. Let go of the chains and I was airborne. The ground always felt so cruel below my feet as I landed, I will try again. There were a couple of times I swore I flew, I could taste the clouds in my mouth, I was there, in the sky with the birds and the rain. The clouds are rolling in as I type, a storm and wind are coming my way. This is my last chance to fly before the storm hits, I think I made it.
I think I will make some banana bread.