Monday~ August 17, 2009
A long drive not making good time
to the cabin
Laughing over I Spy
and having treats
Small stretched legs ran
discovering and standing in awe
Fresh air
walks through the trees
and adventures down Main Street
An afternoon movie
during a child’s long nap
Crease lines on faces fresh awake
Restless nights in not-our-beds
Small knees pressed close to my side
under covers
Exhausted sighs in the night
Early morning rises
and a puzzle done in three hours
There, at the cabin.
Out to eat and then eat some more
Rain on the roof and in the grass
Mud on our shoes and clothes
Change the muddy shorts outside
and move on
Nanny’s hugs and kisses
Bapa’s pocket with pencil and gum
French toast and coffee
and then catching up on books
Hard work, itching for release
Escaping
It’s good to get away.
I tilted my head just like Miles does
when he stops to really think,
my chin down just so
my eyes wide and looking up
just like his…
I had time to notice it while
sitting in the quiet
nothing to do but notice
Only one channel
No computer
No signal
So at peace in the rain in the trees
The not-at-home-out-of-sorts
fades away
with family and laughing
and morning around the table.
Load the car
cram in the back with dog’s breath
Make the long drive
not making good time
From his seat Miles says
I miss the chairs we sit on to eat
and I say I miss my bed
and Daddy says he misses his big black reading chair
We figure Asher misses his crib
It’s good to come home.
And now I want to do it again…
{ 31 comments }
Of course it's nice to get away but it's always wonderful to come home too!
Glad you got to do a puzzle! :)
Big M's haircut makes him look ten!!!
xo, crock
Love the pictures. Glad you had a good get-away….but happy you are back :)
Great photos and home really does rock!
I love your stream of consciousness poetry…it's so vivid and beautiful. Welcome home!
It's always nice to get away but always much better to be home! Great pics Heather!
sounds like a whirlwind weekend :-)
LOVE this. love the way you write. love the pictures. love the way you really notice your kids. love the memories you've made.
The beauty of being away never equals the beauty of coming home.
I hear you–there's something SOOOO nice about escaping the house and not having the temptations to work or be on the computer. But there is also the nicety of sleeping in your own bed…so torn!
There really isn't anything quite like coming home, is there?
P.S. Your boys are beautiful.
I love the old school merry go round!
Looks and sounds like you had a wonderful time. Disconnected and connected.
Can I go next time?
I LOVE this post and the picture collage is amazing!
Your pictures, and poetry, are amazing!
Oh they are just too cute!
Home again, Home again, Jiggity Jig.
The pictures are great but I'm glad you are home!
sounds like you had a wonderful time. . .love how you shared it with us!
be blessed,
amy (honestly)
Awesome.
Awww….I'd love one more getaway of the summer. That sounded yummy!
Good to be home, good to be home.
i love your poetry.
your trip sounds awesome. somehow, it's never quite so nice for us. no fighting at all? not even in the car?
oh, and yes, the deodorant is my gift to you. no need to thank me. : )
I like your poem…. I mean I really, really like it. I love it actually! It put me in the mountains in a cabin as the rain came down…. and back in the car heading home, tired but happy.
Lovely mosaics, too!
I am so jealous (in a loving way, of course) of your escape and retreat. Sounds like summer is being well-lived up there!
Lovely shots and great collages.
What a wonderful way to end the summer.
I could actually feel it from your post.
I love this post.
I so love to travel, but I do love my house with my little yard, and my animals. Now if I could just take my house and move it to another city. :)
These photos are beautiful! Glad you enjoyed your time away!
I'm so glad you got away! (But I missed you. Glad you're back.)
Love the sweet glimpses of your time at the cabin!
The older I get, the more I miss my bed. Why is that?
How's life in general. Tomorrow we take our son to college. Think of me:(
Looks and sounds like the best kind of therapy out there! And dontcha just love little boys? :)
ahh…what a great getaway. May I say that your pictures are just so beautiful?
Catching up on books…that is what I call a real vacation!
I really enjoy your poems!
I loved this bit:
Nanny's hugs and kisses
Bapa's pocket with pencil and gum
It's written the same way memories from childhood exist. Do you know what I mean? Like – sensory and with important-to-kid details standing out, like pencils and gum.
It was made more so by being followed by the more adult:
French toast and coffee
and then catching up on books
Great stuff.
I'm glad you had a nice getaway.
I want to do it again, too.
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