Afternoon all, come on in and have a fresh cup.
Things on the hillside farm have been pretty darn snowy today! Overnight we got a dumping of about 4 inches of the fluffy stuff. That of course meant a snow-day for Miss Yodeling. You know as I grow older I begin to wish there were more snow days to spend with my daughter. As I sit here, cup in hand, I can recall when she was younger and that announcement would come over the radio. I would sigh and chug down another cup, knowing my day would be filled with trying to entertain a six year old.
Not that I or any mother doesn`t love our children, for we do, but the difference between six and fourteen is astounding! Now mom doesn`t have to entertain her. Now it seems, I tend to go looking for her to try to lure her away from her friends and IM chats to play with me! Funny how the years subtly change our way of thinking isn`t it?
Also as I was meandering mentally whilst sipping my beloved brew I stumbled upon how winter seems to make us pine for spring. I admit it freely-I have had enough already thank you very much Old Man Winter! I want to be able to step outside in just my t-shirt and not freeze my assets off! I want to play with goat kids in fresh grass! I want to see spring peeps scurrying across the yard after their moms! I want to go down the road to my mother-in-laws and sit on her glider with Mister and just watch the hummingbirds.
As I walked down that path of thought I somehow ended up with this random memory. I suppose it could have been due in part to thinking about my mother-in-laws porch in the summer, or it could simply have been due to the way my mind works. It don`t stay on a set trail…..It kind of dances and jukes from one thing to another like a drunken frog in mid-day traffic.
I recalled my grandmother’s front porch. I was just a child of course but her front porch also held wonderful things. It was completely enclosed. The fear of stinging insects must be genetic. As wide as her house it was and crammed with every kind of swing and chair and table she could cram. All the chairs and swings were covered with old blankets, no matter the season. To this day I can still smell the mixture of moth balls and old wooden floors and how the musty smell of the basement underneath crept through up into the screened-in area.
I used to spend as much time as I could during my childhood at my grandmother`s. I was quite the princess in their eyes, being the only grand-daughter. My grandfather was particularly enamored of me. Yeah I was the apple of his eye without a doubt. Popeye as I used to call him would go to whatever lengths were necessary to please his grand-daughter, a trait all grandparent`s possess I know. When I was there for a week or so you didn`t have to look too hard to find Popeye. He would be with me either in their pool or riding the rides at Hershey Park a large amusement park near Harrisburg where they lived.
Or he would be with me on their front porch. There we would be, Popeye and me, with all manner of doll houses and dolly clothes and stuffed animals. The heady aroma of lilacs would blow in through the screens as he sat on the floor despite his aching knees to play. Sometimes on grandma`s front porch we would make tents out of her blankets which always got her goat for grandma liked things just so! How he managed to crawl about under blankets playing whatever game I wished to play I`ll never know but he did.
So somehow the snow that fell overnight led me to grandmother’s front porches. I know, it`s quite the leap isn`t it? Even Miss Yodeling asked how I got from snow to her great-grandparent`s porch. I couldn`t really say how I got there but there I got there just the same. Maybe it was just the recollections of spring and the want of warm weather that made me recall the warmth of grandparent`s, front porches and how much love they heap onto their grandchildren.
Loving grandmas and Popeye`s, even in memories, can warm the most blustery of winter days.