Thank God for the color green! I have grown quite tired of the browns and tans that have been our world for a season, and it is sweet seeing the variance of the earth's palette. Fruit trees are doing their thing in budding flowers of pink and white; vines are sending out new runners and leaves; the elm trees are on their way to giving us shade, and lawns are re-establishing themselves with a new coat of color. Like the folks of this county, the land itself is hardy and resilient. True, we need rain, and I believe that rain will come to replenish the fields and pastures on which many of us stake our livelihood. I guess that is why we are of such hardy stock out here in the prairie - as farmers, ranchers and people who rub shoulders with the same we are bound closely by faith that Winter will give way to Spring and the rebirth of grass and crops, and life on all levels. Yes, I'm thankful for the color green!
Have you ever noticed how two little kids can be harmoniously playing together and having a grand time until a third little kid appears and all harmony flies out the window? Well, I have found out the same thing happens when three dogs get together. Roscoe (formerly known as Trixie Belle) Compton is spending a few days with Shiloh (TWD) and Sweet Pea and it has been quite a party for two of the three canines. Sweet Pea has been relegated to the sidelines - now only getting to watch while Shiloh and Roscoe run and nip and romp. She sits by my feet and looks at me as if to say, It just ain't fair, Ma!. I remember that feeling from my own childhood - odd kid out - so I slip her an extra treat and send the other two outside to play. But then all rights itself, because I notice when the playing is done the three of them nap next to one another, paw touching paw, touching paw.
Our lives are lived like books, chapter by chapter. Each chapter holds within it the memories and moments when our life was affected and touched by someone else. I'm thinking of one of the early chapters in my family book - and the fond memories held within those pages of times spent with Jay Clark, and his siblings Brad and Jan. Our families were close in those early years - and all of us kids played together and grew up together. I remember hot summer days at the ranch, Jay laughing while we played tag, and him scaring us with tales of rattlesnakes in the house. I remember us all playing Ping Pong on the screened-in porch of the old ranch house. I remember him driving the old pickup all over the ranch - long before he was sixteen. I remember forays to Squaw Canyon and I remember the affect he had on all the girls who gathered each summer at the Clark Ranch for girl scout Day Camp. And then there were the years and all the memories of our families participating together in the Easter Pageant. Yet even then, when he was just a kid like the rest of us, I sensed a seriousness about Jay - a sincerity that traversed the years and made him the man that hundreds honored last week. I have a feeling Jay would have been surprised and humbled by the affect he had on so many souls, and I know each person will carry with them so many memories of time spent together with Jay in his adult years. Yet I will carry - and cherish - the memories of the young Jay, climbing the bluff behind the house, walking down by the river, running and playing and laughing with his brother and sister and the Fowler kids so many years ago.
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