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Michael McLeod
well it is a gorgeous sunny morning in central florida so I feel guilty for giving in just a bit to the blues.
just miss ohio sometimes. and the fall being my favorite season - the crisp autumn up north, and the scent of fallen leaves and the excitement of osu football in the air - that dna-level memory in me means I'm especially softened and succeptible at the moment, so easily swept along I am, like the leaves on the lawn I remember raking into piles. Dad had a set of weathered army tarps we'd use to bundle them up to be taken away.
plus it's been a long long time since i visited my daughter and grandkids in dayton and my sister katie in clintonville.
this mood will pass I know.
but just connecting with you all in this small way seems like something I should do.
you'd mock me for my moodiness if you could be here and walk out the back door with me and look out from the open porch to the swimming pool just a few steps away and the trees and the long row of brilliant bougainvilla bushes across the back of the yard, their pink and red blossoms so vivid in the sun, and here I am getting mopey and nostalgic for the scent of fallen leaves and feeling a little guilty for whining about living smack in the middle of the so-called vacation paradise here in orlando.
but home is home no matter how sunny the weather and how long i've been gone. so says my heart, which is inclined to catch my attention and boss me around, softly but surely, in matters such as this.
(ps I had to laugh at what I just did. coincidentally. following up this sentimental reverie (is there any other kind?) I went out to the freezer and got out a couple of white castles, and no they do not taste as good as when you get them fresh. heavens no. nor do you get the benefit of the anticapatory scent of them if it was a cold winter night and you were in the back of the packard and your mom got in the car with a bag of them and you smelled them all the way home instead of, snapping back here into the present, heating up in the microwave even as we speak. I'm not complaining. I'm just greatful they sell them out of the frozen food sections of the grocery stores down here. )
oops that should be "grateful" not "greatful". Leaving it there because it's a funny and easy to make mistake.
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