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Short Stories Non-Fiction A Late Frost
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A Late Frost |
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| Written by wesley d. marner | |
| Wednesday, 26 March 2008 | |
March 26, 2008
A Late frost....
A couple of days, a couple of nights, a weekend passed and back to work has occurred. The early plants Wanda Marie has placed in pots on the front porch have made their trek in and out the front door with the rhythm of the sun and the ‘warmed up air'. Their blooms undamaged by the chill of night time frosty air bring lightness to the heart. I muse how grand it is that a damper is not placed by the chill just passed to the sunshine expected today. As I arose this morning to the alarm on the wife's side of the bed I realized the ‘snooze' button had been pushed twice already. Peering out the window, the frost confirmed the weatherman's prediction the evening before.
Meteorology is a talent I believe is learned. "The study of...", a statement of define leading to all the "...ologies" we often refer to in referencing the study of different subjects we experience in life. I am guilty as well. Our different lines of work, our different educations we follow, all confirm there are few that haven't attained some essence of study as we traverse the life we lead. Universally, I suppose we each have at least visited the class of "Life-ology". Just as precedence is usually started in studies early in life and direction is attained by thought patterns and talents rewarded by study, I am grateful that all which is learned is not just the ‘classroom' experience. Experience is a privilege by breathing alone. The telephone just rang and my Mother's voice, "Wes, I just wanted you to know I love you." "There are some things I want to say soon as I know I don't have much time left." "Give me a call back when we can talk longer." Her voice obviously clear this morning, one of those times the dementia didn't steal.
The frost is melting now as the sun shines brightly. The day is progressing and I feel the ‘warm' beginning to stretch. I hope for the last frost of the year and while feeling the sunshine as I head out the door for work am thankful for the talent the class of Lifeology has given. I hope for the footprints in the sand to change from two sets to one leading toward a setting sun with warm nights to follow....
....ol' doc wes
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 03-26-2008 14:45, This was hard for me to understand. It was either very good or very bad...considering who read this, it was probally very good. » Reply to this comment... |
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