After an arduous afternoon toting heavy objects out of my childhood home, I was relaxing alone on the back patio, legs outstretched, listening to Pacific chorus frogs singing from the farm pond just outside the backyard fence. Nightfall gentled in like an old memory. A platinum moon rose full above the garage on my left, casting long shadows into the grass. The back pasture stretched toward the empty ghost of a barn, then gave way to a hillside steep and dark with Douglas-fir. We are selling this place that Mom and Dad bought in 1960 and where they spent most of their adult lives. My son and his family have been living here and are moving into a home of their own. My body rested while my mind tried to absorb the imminent loss of the land that had formed me.
I love it, reading this out on my patio on this chilly morning. I can imagine the emotions you are experiencing. Tough stuff. But so glad you able to save that precious petrified.
Beautiful read, Tom. And what an incredible discovery story!
Thank you for stopping by, Karen!
I appreciate every reader.
Tom
I love it, reading this out on my patio on this chilly morning. I can imagine the emotions you are experiencing. Tough stuff. But so glad you able to save that precious petrified.
Thanks for stopping in, Stan. I know you've been through it. Yes, the stump will remain in the fold, at least for the time being!