Every September the pampas grass plumes were way up over the children’s heads as they set out for school on their bikes.
One year when grandmother and granddad visited from California it was hot, but grandmother had crocheted a white poncho for Renie. Renie was wearing it and sweating when she got on her bike to leave for school.
One year when Billy came home he was banged up. He said he had been looking behind him instead of where he was going as his bike flew down the hill and he smashed into the back of a car.
One year the pampas grass was gone and so were the children. Bikes, too.
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Author: DiVoran Lites
DiVoran Lites is the author of the Florida Springs Trilogy, which includes Sacred Spring, Book one, Living Spring, Book two, and Clear Spring, book three. Her stand alone novel, Go West,is a sweet western romance set in the post WWI era in Colorado. DiVoran loves to read poetry and delights in writing it too. Born in Nevada, she grew up in Colorado and New Mexico. She and her husband, Bill, along with their young children moved to Florida in 1965 to participate in the Space program. Their house backs on a nature sanctuary, and DiVoran enjoys daily walks through the beautiful Florida woods on a trail.
DIVoran is also part of a group blog, Old Things R New, where she shares poetry, paintings and memories.
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Nice post, and it hits close to home. When I found out not long ago that a sixth grandchild is on the way, I realized that the oldest was an infant when we ran away to sea. We need to sail back to the States and get to know them before they’re grown and gone.
It happens so fast, Bud.
Time changes everything… what an interesting little blog post. Cool imagery.
Yes and it happens faster than you can imagine.
Time and seasons can pass right before our eyes and if we don’t take a moment we won’t even notice.
Interesting imagery. Is this the beginning of a new book or story?
I think it would make a fine story.
I love pampas grass, it is so majestic. We supposedly can grow it up north but I think it would be an annual and not survive the winter. I, too, plunged down a hill – on a tricycle, age 5 – of an alley and rear-ended a car that was parked and just about to leave. Absolutely terrorized the poor man. Had a black eye for baptism that week and had to remove the head bandages. I’ve been much more sensible about thing since. Great post, very poignant.
I have never heard of Pampas Grass. This stuff is beautiful and sounds dangerous all at the same time!!
Nichole, it is beautiful and feathery.
Life is ever changing! Be blessed!