Thursday, July 31, 2008

Natural Things


playground on the beach

waves crash, wind moves through the trees

happy children laugh

~ Aisling, July 30, 2008


Our town is having their annual four-day summer festival. A midway has been squeezed into a parking lot near the marina, giving Ferris wheel riders a glimpse of sailboats and sparkling water. Events, from concerts to races, contests to full-scale dinners, have been planned to fill the days with idyllic summer fun.


Yesterday, my boys took a couple of rides at the midway and then, reluctantly, set the rest of their tickets aside for another day. We walked down to the playground on the beach. I sat on a bench and watched as they ran from one play structure to another. Other children were playing there too. A little girl with white-blond hair skipped proudly in a white gauze skirt. One torn flounce fluttered behind her in the breeze, like the most elegant train. Before we headed back to the heart of town, where a band was playing in the street, the boys wanted to dip their toes in the lake. The sheltered harbor on one of the Great Lakes had faded from aquamarine to pale bluish gray in the time we were there. The sun was setting behind a bank of white clouds with sun beams streaming down in the way that always makes me think of angels descending. Even my nine year old son appreciated the beauty of that sky. "I wish I had a camera!" he exclaimed, "That looks really cool!"


After "just one more time down the slide, Mom," we walked barefoot along the sand and up the blacktop trail to the edge of the park, where we sat down in the grass to put on our sandals. We had started back to town when suddenly my five year old shouted, "I forgot my kiwi!" I was confused, until he ran back to the grassy spot where we put our shoes on and grabbed a wispy bit of "seaweed" he had been carrying around.


While I sat, listening to my sons and the other children laugh and call to one another in bright loud voices that harmonized like music with the sounds of wind and water, I composed the little haiku that began this post. It will have to serve as my "photograph" of the moment, my memory keeper, for I didn't have a camera on hand. I don't always capture such moments in haiku, but I do try to hold them in memory. I used to tell my daughters, when a camera was needed but not available, "I guess I'll have to take a picture with my heart." With four children, growing so fast and so beautifully, my memory is overflowing with heart-pictures.


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The photo above is from my garden, where the crib my children once slept in has been re-purposed as a trellis. It wasn't in good enough shape to save for other generations. This is liatris, Kobold blue, taken July 27, 2008 by Aisling

5 comments:

Mibsy said...

How beautiful...I will have to remember to take more pictures with my heart. Thanks for the reminder.

Robbin with 2 B's! said...

Oh thanks for sharing that day with us, it sounded so peaceful and fun and a wonderful heart picture. I like the poem and that is tooo cool about the crib being a trellis now.
I love your son didn't forget to grab his treasure of "kewi". Love ya bunches!

Aisling said...

Mibsy,

You're welcome. Now that my oldest is 18 and beginning college this fall, I am realizing how swifly childhood really passes.

Robbin,
It was a good day and we built wonderful memories. No big excitement, mind you, but the real stuff: reading and giggling over books in our town library, and kicking up sand and blue water with our toes. Yep, the good stuff!

Thank you both for such nice comments! :)

Ernestine said...

I love your poem. Your trellis.
You are a dear.
Wish I could write and take pictures like you. Maybe it will be a late life talent!!!! Blessings to you.

Aisling said...

Ernestine, I think your writing is already wonderful. I love to read about your days. It gives me a satisfied, peaceful feeling. Once you get that camera that you've been wishing for, I'm sure your photographs will be wonderful too. I think the photos you've posted already are great. Your grandchildren make good subjects.

Thank you for visiting me, and for your very kind comment.