Inch by Inch
 

   50 years of marriage, can it be? The time seems to have gone by quicker than our wedding day. The car would not start when it was time to leave and it was not the way I wanted to start or end this marriage night . You were still dressed in your virgin white and I was starting to shake that the car would not start . Finally, the car started to grind and my heart began to rev for I knew it was a special goodnight. The car wheels started rolling inch by inch but I didn't want to accelerate to quick and scare my lovely wife. We finally made it home and our 50 year love became one. 

   We threw the money on the table and began to count. There is more to this story but I will finish it on our 75th.

                                I Love You now and forever!                     

                                              Happy 50th 

Sculpture on the Stairs

    

When did I love you first, that's hard to say because there were so many things about you that started a new feeling in my  heart. Seeing you sitting on your summer steps from across the way, I saw a girl that I wished would look my way. I didn't want to stare but I still stole a glimpse of your sculpture on that cement stair. A spark was quickly set even though I really had no way to know  if a spark will create fire or just create a warm glow. I guess all it would have taken was a hello and I would have been ready to let you know that you had a special glow, but Little did I know that one day an innocent hello was not far away. As you approached me one day  after school my anxiety began to grow. I had almost finished waxing my fiery red car and you continued coming my way. All I could do is stare. You became a humble salesman  and asked me if I wanted to buy a ticket for a Good Council Sock hop dance. Even though I pretended there was no pressure at all I figured  that this was my moment to see if I had a chance with you at all. I blurted out in somewhat nervous voice, "I'll buy 2 tickets if you were my sock hop date." I asked but I was not sure of the reply. If you said no I still was ready to buy but it surely wouldn't be the same, I would only feel I was donating money and have no date. To my surprise the answer was yes, and it began a special love that lasts to today's date. 

Loving Colors

 

Fall has come and the Sun is as bright as ever but the warmth that it has given no longer is what it was this summer. Sunglasses are still needed but so is a sweater to make you feel better. The raspberry bushes are turning a lemon  yellow, the raspberries are hanging like Christmas ornaments and the pearly berries are finally turning a deep red and couldn't be sweeter. Most of the vegetable garden is now gone except for the fruit that is left on the tomato vine. The flowers that are still standing are moving back and forth side to side, seemingly to dodge the bullet like shaky Breeze that is blowing. It is only a matter of time before fall claims the breath of the green colors that made us feel better but even this season is special. It seems that fall tries to make up for what it has done and gives us loving colors that dance to the ground. The party has begun and the confetti like leaves keep falling until the last one hits the ground, unfortunately the party does not last too long because soon the colorless winter will cover the  ground. 

The Quackers

 

Spring is here and time to unveil the pool. There have been two ducks that have been making themselves at home early on. As we slowly opened the pool they were not herd or seen but that only seemed to last until the water was perfectly clean. Now Mr. and Mrs. Quacker were setting up a pool homestead. I tried to evict them I yelled and clapped my hands.

They both splashed their way into the sky and flew drunkenly away only to splash down the next early morning day.

Mr Quacker was always dressed to the hilt; green, yellow and white feathers. He appeared to be wearing a black top hat.

Mrs. Quacker looked like she just rolled out of bed. No makeup and still in her Brown pajamas and almost looked like she was up all night but I think she had a reason to look the way she did. It was springtime and she probably was transporting a few family eggs.

Mr. Qacker was paddling around with his head up high. He looked so proud of what he had done.

A duckling family soon would be popping their heads out of the eggs that Mrs Quacker finally would deliver. It was time to say a firm goodbye and make sure they delivered the eggs somewhere else and on time.

I made a loud noise and they both touch their wings and took off to give birth to their baby ducklings.

Make Believe Sea

 

It’s a beautiful milky blue Summer Sky not a cloud to be seen but only the Sun is my friend at this time. There is a strong wind that keeps vibrating through leafy trees, and it feels like it is coming from the sea but there is no sea close to me.

I have a momentary laps of where I am, it feels so good to put myself in an other place that I have been. I keep feeling the massaging wind running through my hair and now I really feel I am there. I hear the birds chirping and it doesn't matter what kind they are.

I see them flying and diving into the crystal blue sea and

sometimes coming up with a fish that were lounging in the dancing sea.

The splashing creates a ripple and it begins to glisten from the sun, it is a tranquil feeling that only happens when I am grateful for what I've done.

 There is something special in all our hearts and I feel the memories we have of the past will help us create memories for the future but for now I am not ready to come back from where I am.

I will just continue floating and enjoy the breeze that comes from my make believe sea.

 

Mr. Toro

 Here we go again its snow again. 

It was fun when I was young even if I never made a snow angel just for a good time but now my bones ache at the thought of seeing a weather forecast that brings me

snowflakes in the morning 

before corn flakes for breakfast. 

My body no longer smiles when it is time to shovel and my snow blower does the same. It seems we are both getting too old for this job and we sputter and choke when it is time clear a path. I try to understand why me and my machine no longer operate the way we used to but it only gets me mad. If it isn’t this, than it's that punching my body and I just cannot function the way I wish. 

I cannot replace a spark plug or restore every over used part like I can with my hypersensitive blower. When it is time to start the engine its like giving CPR and I am lucky to get it started even when I use a defibrillator to give it life. 

Finally I hear a life coming from my aging sputtering blower and I rev the engine so it doesn’t choke. I feel a sense of relief once in for all and we are ready to go. 

A smile appears on my face, I give thanks that my old friend Mr. Toro has come to life and is ready to help me clear one more snow.

Impressions in the Sand

 

As I dream of the sound of the sea, I begin to hear a rhythmic message washing me. I feel the bubbly tranquil water gliding across the sand and begin to caress my mind of the better things in life. A soft music note begins to weave a soothing  pastel colored blanket that warms my heart and I begin to feel the tepid tranquil water beneath my feet.

As I take a step along the shore I look back to see where my feet have been. The impressions I have made in the compressed sand have started to wash away but with every step I take a new clear image appears on the sandy shore. 

I guess the secret to a happy life is to find yourself a beach that you love and keep making impressions and never stop.