So, a couple of nights ago, I couldn't sleep and I started thinking of people who were in my life at one time. I thought of an uncle, halfway across the country, who will be turning 90 later this year. The last time I saw him, in 2003, he told me he owned so much to my late father. His mother died when he was 10, and my father and a couple of other siblings took him into their apartment, a few years later, to finish raising him.
"Your father sacrificed for me and I wouldn't have accomplished what I did in life if not for him." this retired college professor, my father's youngest sibling told me.
Then, my thoughts turned a place where there was spring in March. It certainly wasn't anywhere here in upstate New York, where this morning we were back in the single digits. No, it was a place which I left several months after my father died in the mid 1980's. I had a dream for that place, a dream of homesteading and living off the land that many in my family thought was not achievable-but my father believed in me.
He was wrong.
I had failed, and I left for New York later that year, heartsick and homesick. But now, in my dream, I returned and walked the land I once owned in Northwest Arkansas. On March 6, we would already have been preparing our garden plots. Seeds would have been ordered, and received. We would have been preparing to plant peas, kale, collards, and spinach. Our mail-ordered baby chicks would have been in their pen inside our cabin near the wood stove, entertaining us with their antics and growing every day.
Seed potatoes would have followed into the ground on March 17. Planting potatoes on St. Patrick's Day was a tradition there.
|Our first Crocus April 6, 2013|
|Trees Bloom in Brooklyn May 2013|
|Cherry Blossoms Don't Just Bloom in Washington, DC|
|Lenten Rose, April 9, 2013|
Once the gardening season gets going, I won't dwell on all the places that get spring before we do. But right now, I envy those places in the worst way. Especially the places where I used to live.
Now, I can stop feeling sorry for myself.
Do you regret leaving a place where you used to live?