Five Minute Friday: Tree

Paw Paw carried me up the hill as he looked out across the pasture for a mama cow and her new baby calf. I don’t really remember this part, only that I was out with him that day to check the cows. I think he’d taken me to give my mom a little break (she had a new baby — my brother, Kyle).

We got to the top of this hill and somewhere along the way the mama cow was located and she was none too happy to see us. Paw Paw knew he was going to have to run and he knew it wasn’t something safe or smart to do with little 20 month old me in his arms.

There, on top of the hill, was a tree. One of its branches was low enough that he could reach up and set me down on it. He put my tiny arms around the trunk of the tree and told me to hold on and not let go. I don’t think I was scared just then, but I knew he was serious. Maybe I should add that I was speaking in full sentences at this point, so it wasn’t like he was sticking a tiny baby up there with no clue what was going on. I was a toddler though and we should probably be glad this all happened in the 1980s and not now, otherwise I might have ended up on the news.

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Paw Paw told me to sit still and hold on tight to the tree and that’s exactly what I did. I trusted him absolutely. He went to lead the mama cow away from me and to find her baby. I don’t know how much time passed, but the next thing I remember, and the strongest, earliest memory of my life is what happened next.

Running up to the tree where I sat high above the ground, here came the mama cow. She ran right up underneath me and the top of her head brushed the bottom of my little bare feet. I hugged the tree tight and squalled just as loud as my lungs would permit. That scared the cow and she turned to run away from my bellowing cries.

A few moments later, after what felt like forever, Paw Paw returned and rescued me from my perch. I recall telling this story, especially the bit about the cow rubbing my feet, to anyone that would listen. I know Paw Paw can tell it better, so maybe I’ll ask him to refresh my memory on all the details. And maybe I’ll go find this tree.

Photo above was taken around the time of the cow adventure, maybe even the same day. I feel like that might have been the outfit I was wearing when it happened.

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Five Minute Friday: Home

I often write about home. To me, that conjures up images of where I am from, not where I currently live. But I’m being unfair and shortchanging this little place. If I had never lived here, I might not have ever figured out just how much more I love living in the country.

For the past 8 years, I have lived in this tiny white house in the middle of a medium sized college town. The first time I stepped a foot inside it and saw the bedroom with a wall that was one huge bookshelf, I knew I would live here. I felt it deep down inside that this was a place where I would breathe and sleep and eat and read and grow.

More big things have happened to me since I moved into this house than any of my previous homes. I cried, I cooked, I had roommates, I fell in love, I got married, I cried more. I found and left jobs. Late nights I spent writing and reading, finishing my English degree. Getting up going to class and then to work and…I became an adult here.

It was the first place I lived alone. Where I shut the door behind me and I was the only one left inside.

I started this a different way and then went back and began again, even though that’s not what this is all about. Some stories are not ready to be told.

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Five Minute Friday: What mama did

My “heart lists” are a regular feature here on my blog, and something I have been doing for about 10 years now. You can find more of them here.

♥ the whir of a sewing machine into the late hours of the night
♥ laughing so hard that tears come
♥ a good mystery show on TV
♥ Christian romances where everything turns out right
♥ popsicles in the summer
♥ letting kids run through a sprinkler, screaming
♥ long walks and bike rides down winding dirt roads
♥ calling for us to come home, our names echoing down the hill and through the trees
♥ snow cones and trips to the pool
♥ lemon squares with powdered sugar
♥ artifacts of days long passed, dug from the garden
♥ fresh picked tomatoes
♥ dozens of flowerbeds, ever changing
♥ a giving heart that never stops
♥ a seemingly infinite capacity to love
♥ homeroom mother
♥ craft shows
♥ quilts and baby blankets
♥ jewelry…lots of it
♥ clothing I outgrew in 4th grade
♥ baby birds

 

I started this a different way and then went back and began again, even though that’s not what this is all about. Some stories are not ready to be told.

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