A Place To Wonder

Farewell be-jewled nights of mid winter, white stars, decorations and colored lights Now is mud time, wet foot stomping. teeth chattering cold time. The slog to spring is a long confusing time in California. The magnolias are in full bloom and the fruit trees will soon have flowers on them. I went in to the hospital to have our daughter at the end of January on a dark new moon night and she came home welcomed by plum tree blossoms up and down the street on the first of February. How quickly things change. Maybe that’s why I take so many photographs. I’m always trying to catch “that amazingly brilliant moment” when something happens. Just in case i miss it. This morning a possum ran across our deck I grab my smart phone and took a few photos. All I got was 3 images of its behind as it shuffled away. But the moment is saved to be marked and remembered. I have no photo of the plum blossoms that welcomed Jessie, except in my mind. I don’t need one perhaps, because bring home a child is a blindingly bright moment that needs no more documentation than the spark that lives in a mothers heart. Good light to hold on in the dark of winter or as on gets older…whenever that might be.