Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Weeds in the Grass
There are mole holes in the backyard and weeds in the grass. Slugs crawl up the exterior walls of our house, leaving trails of a yellowish slime.
It has at least misted if not all out rained every day for a week.
And still ...
All I feel is love and impending sadness at the thought that we will be leaving here tomorrow.
I'll miss my son who now lives only a two-hour drive east of here.
I'll miss the quiet. The lush green. The rolling ocean waves seen faintly from our front windows if the fog hasn't moved in.
I'll miss the stands of alders and waist-high ferns on the hill behind the house. And the creek so hidden by the overgrown foliage at the far edge of the yard that we only know its presence by the sound of it.
Perhaps especially I'll miss the me I am in this place: calm, creative, content.
What do you most miss when you leave -- even for a little while -- the place you love? Do you feel you are more yourself in some places than in others?