Egg into tadpole
tadpole into frog,
miracle of life
leaps into the bog.
I wrote this little ditty for a friend’s preschool daughter. As I wrote it I started thinking about how change, a huge part of life, is represented in nature: egg – tadpole – frog, egg – caterpillar – butterfly, spring – summer – fall – winter, and egg – embryo – infant – toddler – child – teen – young adult – middle age – senior. As I pondered these changes, my thoughts wandered to my grandparents, the photo posted above, and how life has leapt forward for me.
This picture of my grandparents’ old farm was taken one early summer day about two years ago. My grandparents, who are both gone now, sold their farm years ago. Since their farm is only about a twenty minute drive from my house, I drive by it fairly often to revisit childhood memories. The barn pictured here burned down earlier this year but the owner built the new one to look as much like the original as possible. There used to be boxwoods in front of the house with a path going through them. I went on many adventures in these boxwoods. They were portals to other worlds and I was the only one who knew of them. 😉
Life keeps springing forward. Tadpoles still swim in the pond. I can hear the peepers in the spring and the bullfrogs croaking in the summer if I drive by the farm, pull off the road, and quietly listen. As life moves on, I’ll always have the memories of being chased by a grouchy gander, rolling down the hill, trying to help grandpa carry pails of milk from the barn to the milkhouse, playing hide and seek with cousins, playing and swinging in the haymow, eating fried mush slathered in molasses, waking up to the sound of roosters crowing in the early morning, horses hooves clip clopping down the road as their Amish owners head to church, grandma singing as she cooked and hung out the laundry, laying on the bedroom floor at the stove pipe hole to listen to the adults talking, going out to the pasture to pet Aunt Ellen’s horses, visiting Uncle David’s pigs, and many, many other precious memories. As things change, life springs forward and memories and legacies last. My grandparents left a rich legacy of faith, love, grace, hope, laughter, strong work ethic, and service which I’m passing on to my children along with the stories of my visits to Grandma’s house. Life moves forward. I have many more adventures and memories awaiting me. 🌞
The Daily Post’s “Landscape” photo prompt.