07 November 2008

. . . growth . . .

. . . a lot can happen in twenty-five years . . .
. . . see that tiny twig
in the corner of the yard,
back behind the swing set? . . .
. . . it has turned into this monstrosity . . .

. . . which kind of makes me
wish for the good old days . . .

. . . you know . . .
. . . when there were
hardly any leaves to rake . . .

. . . and bill could jump
on the trampoline . . .



5 comments:

vicki said...

I'm right there with you, Steph. You said it just right.

Piko and Kanoe sitting in a tree. . . said...

Ahhh memories of the good ol' days. Thank goodness there are good ol' days to have memories of, huh!

chris+amber said...

Amen, Mama.

Sassy said...

Where do the days go???? Time flies even when we're not having fun! To have our hubbies feelin' that good again would be nice.

manders said...

dad's gonna jump on the trampoline again soon!!! i just know it.

(and perhaps he could take us all to disneyland while he's at it!)

i miss my daddy.