Raging storm:
Ragged wind-wild
tore at the tattered curtain but the
old woman
managed to close-tight the window before
evil-tempered
nature could extinguish candle-warm flame
Plus:
Day 154
Mushroom hunts
We
made our own fun times with the simple
ingredients of life with Family-Love!
I
learned as a kid, from the very beginning, the importance of values-practiced evolving into sacred virtues-lived;
we prospered without “money” taking solace from the humble things of life.
My
grandparents; farm was a refuge from the “insanity” of hectic “modern” life in
the ’50’s and -60’s when I was a sprout; but, things were “normal” way back in
the day---not like now!?
Faith! Family!
Freedom! Were
instilled into my psyche by example which led to a conclusion of Independent-Individual “Grace” which
dictated decisions based on Praise! Honor!
Glory!
Oh!
Do not mis-understand, this rebel, rascal, rogue, rapscallion was no saint; ole St. Peter will have a
hefty sheaf of papers when I check in (or---out) as the case is still to be
determined. I once had a dream that I had died and approached the Pearly Gates;
the saintly Peter passed a myriad plethora of “saints” in front of me as I
nervously awaited my “judgment”. Most had a short hearing with only several
sheets of pure white paper reviewed by the gate-keeper.
As
I walked up, front and center, he had only a single white, slightly dingy,
paper for me, but, he had a tall stack of “black” reports---I felt doomed and remorseful…fortunately, I
woke up!
When
that scenario comes galloping upon my wretched soul in reality? Well!? I
sincerely hope to fare much better than I did in that ridiculous nightmare!? Hope
springs “eternal”? Hmm?
So?
Mushroom hunting brought my “kid”-years family closer together and so I
naturally tried to pass on the tradition to my progeny---with valued
success…Mother Nature has always been kind to me. My writing reflects my love
and admiration of nature---I humble-Pray!...Amen!
One
fine Sunday morning, while Lady Candice had the girls at church and Sunday
School for the benefit of their souls and spirit after a long week with ole “Dad” corrupting their religion, I strolled out
across the driveway and on down to the rock bottom creek to try to find some
Morel mushrooms as it was early spring and the fungi was delicious food fare.
And---Bonanza!
I
found a patch of big, yellow “sponges” on a grassy slope in the May sunshine of
morning.
Fifty-some
delicacies awaited harvesting! But, I went back to the house to wait for the
girls.
When
they, at long last, returned from religious instruction, I casually suggested
that they change into “old” clothes and we take a jaunt to the woods for
mushroom hunting. Becky agreed.
I
impatiently waited for her to oblige my clothes-changing request; finally, we
were off.
I
“led” little Becky to the site of “Golden-splendor” in the warm morning sun---Wow!
What
a fantastic treat as she “discovered” all those tasty morsels! I was even more
excited!
She
still hunts the little delicacies and is quite the outdoorsman (woman); Beth,
too.
Their
children have delighted us with thirty years of excitement and adventure. Just Great!
Maybe
I ain’t much on erudite sophistication; I sure enough have enjoyed the journey!
Amen!
And---that
girl could always, and, still can…find more mushrooms than me!? Hmm!?
Becky
runs through the woods like an agile whitetail (and, she has Great vision).
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Morels” Memories!
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