Thursday, June 10, 2010

G'ma Emily

This is the time of year for growing, renewing, and enjoying. Out in my front yard is a mound that seperates my yard from the neighbors. It is profuse with quakies whose leaves shimmer in the slightest of breezes. Roses and English Yew grow in a meandering fashion throughout. The earth around is piled thickly with bark that smells just like the Kaibab once a long time ago. I love sitting on the grass and watching everything grow and change and makes any time spent there relaxing and joyful. A yard takes a lot of work. A lot of watering. A lot of tlc. And money here and there. So we enjoy what we have helped to create. I always think of my g'ma Emily. She was a petite, proper, white haired g'ma. I adore her. I admire her. For many reasons. She reminded us, often, on no uncertain terms, that we were not to "cut across" someone's yard. We were to go around, preferably on the path. She would say, "Whether your name be James or John, the path was made to walk upon." That also went for her yard. That also goes for my yard......