What do you see?
What do you see when you look at the above picture? Trashcans sitting at the end of the driveways? Or would patient guardians of the neighborhood be a better response?
I walked past a window and noticed the trash man had not been by on his usual day, so the trashcans had been standing guard patiently waiting for their weekly flip.
Which led me to thinking about a post I’d read at Family Trove. I laughed when Jackie described how she anthropomorphized objects. It didn’t hit me until later, I have some of those same tendencies. (You were right Jackie, you are not alone.) The first hint was noticing the trashcans standing like soldiers. Then I thought of other instances. Perhaps you remember my slice of the robin shopping for nesting material or the pansies under the tree having a conversation with other pansies on the other side of the driveway. I have a feeling the pansies may have something to say in the future.
Is there a fantasy world living in my head? Does every object I see have some kind of hidden life that is just waiting for me to discover its story? I don’t know the answer to these questions. . . yet. Stay tuned, you never know who’s story I will tell next.
Night allows me to wander,
Snow changes everything.
My path discovered.
Still, I explore.
But not decipherable.
Exploring, in the night.
I’ve been cruising around, looking for some new bedding.
I’ve spotted something that looks like it will be perfect.
The color will blend in with everything I’ve found.
It looks like someone has been here before me.
Is anyone watching?
I need just a few sprigs, surely no one will mind if I help myself.
This shop has the best stuff.
I must remember to come back next year.
The above was from earlier this spring. The matting has been replaced this year. Check out how nicely the matting fits in, but trouble is looming. A shopper has come to pad her nest.
In fact many have been shopping. Check out the current state of the matting now. I guess we will be replacing mats every year. It’s a small price to pay for the smiles these silly birds bring.
Today I am sharing a slice of my life from over thirty-seven years ago. This tale is told from two different perspectives. The choices we make, can affect us for a lifetime. You will discover why this is posted on Valentine’s Day.
Fall 1975, this is to be my final semester because during the summer, I realized that I would have enough credits to graduate at semester. All I needed was to complete student teaching and a philosophy of education class. Yes, I will finally be able to stop being a student and actually get into the real world of teaching. I am anxious to get started on this part of my life.
The classroom was already crowded, voices buzzed in conversations waiting for the professor. I scanned the surprisingly packed room, finally I spotted my best friend thankful she had saved me a seat. I quickly made my way over to her and we began chatting while we waited for class to start. Soon another body took the open seat beside me. I glanced over and recognized a guy who had been in one of my basic education classes the year before. I didn’t really pay much attention to him, but fleeting thoughts went back to that previous class. He didn’t always attend (yes, I was always in attendance). He was a chatty, noisy guy with the people around him (I was never around him, so I just observed him from a distance. I was very shy so it was hard for me to talk to people.) He nodded as we made eye contact, so I knew he remembered me. He began talking to the girl on the left side of him.
He stood in the doorway with only a minute to spare before class was to start. The room was already crowded. His eyes scanned the sea of faces looking for a friend in the crowd. “There’s a seat next to a girl I know,” he thought, “but on the other side is that girl from the class last year. Do I really want to sit by her, she seemed so stuck up. Yes, I really want to sit by someone I know.” He made his way down the aisle and sat next to the friend, nodding to the other girl as he took his seat.
He discovered over time that this girl wasn’t really stuck up. He discovered she was friendly, funny, and caring. He discovered that this would be his partner for life.
This year we will celebrate our 35th anniversary in June. Life changes in an instant. That instant changed the course of my life, and I am so glad it did!