For whatever reason, there is not enough time during the summer days. The hopes that we had during the short days of winter seem to be fading memories. The afghans that we huddled under during the long winter nights were shed like skins a few months ago. Conversations about what we would do when the weather became warmer were exchanged like cartoon and sports trading cards. Spring allergies followed the need for cold remedies.
The days of summer have finally arrived. Snow that once carpeted the lawn is gone. The icy driveway has become a sheet of black pavement. The snow and ice have become replaced with plants, mulch and wheelbarrows.
Learning through practice is the method approach that our family has frequently had. It is how almost everything has been learned. This summer has begun with laughter and tears for both old and new memories. It has been applied as a way of smoothing over what has rippled as undercurrents in our family for so long. It is the least of compensation that I can offer to my son Zachary for skinned knees and hearts.
The "crick," as he refers to it, is where he spends countless hours of his time at learning to swim. Owned by his father, it is his private swimming spot. Popularly known as Ten Mile Creek, it brings memories of years gone by. The dirt road, part of the hollar that it meets with, is seen from it's continuously flowing waters. A life giving force, the flowing water has provided us with food and water. Zachary's growing pains are shared under the watchful eyes of a father knowing that he will be his last legacy. They are learning through the practice of borrowed time.
Shannon Bridget Murphy
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borrowed time, cold remedies, conversations, creek, icy driveway, learning through practice, old and new memories, rippled as undercurrents, skinned knees and hearts, spring allergies, ten mile creek
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