Beau September 30th, 2010
We were up playing on a swing set the other afternoon, and watched the yellow lab nosing around – we quickly realized that our little persimmon tree already had ripening fruit this year. In the past it only had a few persimmons, but this year there is a couple of dozen all over the tree. The boy loves to gather persimmons!
I’ve read that a good rule-of-thumb is persimmons are ready to harvest around the time of the first frost. That must be a more northern axiom because a bunch of these were early this year, and we gathered them from around the tree and even picked a few. Hooray! We’re going to make persimmon jam this year!
Not to be outdone, the chickens are also doing great. I managed to put a light with a timer in the coop now, so all we have to do is feed, water, open/shut their door, gather eggs… clean… ah, well okay- we’re still pretty involved in the chickens lives. But they’re giving between 6-8 eggs every day, and the eggs just keep getting bigger. The boy loves feeding and handling them… and getting the eggs!
He gets home later from school this year, but the first thing he does is run out to play with them. It’s a lot of fun, and the chickens are fairly tame. They cluck and fuss, but generally we can catch and pick them up. A little scratch has them following us around like lost puppies.
Besides persimmons for jam and jelly, it was also time this week to harvest some autumn berries. The boy and I went to pick them off the shrubby trees- he calls them “Diamond and Ruby Berries” because they’re so pretty. These trees are actually invasive, and grow like weeds. But they certainly produce alot of berries. And they do make for a delicious jam.
On a different note, there’s something about birthdays, especially for our children. We watch them grow up so quickly, and are amazed at the passage of time. We’ve had that kind of week here, and enjoyed sharing a birthday for the young boy. I thought I’d share a few more memories…
Once upon a time, a little boy went fishing with his Daddy. They caught a nice little Bass and the boy was amazed. After Daddy showed him the fish, the little boy looked at it and pointed to the water where he came from… maybe saying, “Put it back!” They watched the fish swim in a little pool for a while and then let it go.
Ever since that time, the little boy has grown up fast. But one thing he really likes is to go fishing, or well… mostly catching fish! Naturally Daddy doesn’t mind this at all, and looks for opportunities to help fill that desire.
Sometimes the boy acts silly when they catch a big one… like the other night.
And then he laughs. Isn’t it great when you can do fun things together!?
I hope he will always have some time to enjoy fishing. I will never forget the brief times I spent with my grandfather, my father’s father. We lived around the country while growing up, and only saw the grandparents a few times each year. I was eleven or twelve when my grandparents came to visit. My folks took us fishing at a local reservoir- and dropped off grandfather to watch us while my brother and I would fish. He sat in something like a wheelchair, and just watched. I remember showing him a tiny little bluegill, and he just smiled. He had a strong love for the outdoors.
I remember visiting later at my grandfather’s 72nd birthday celebration… upstairs in a tiny 3rd floor rowhouse in Pittsburgh, Pa. He was in a wheelchair, and my younger brother and I had picked out a special card with a picture of a fish on it- an outdoor theme about fishing. He couldn’t talk or move very well, perhaps from a stroke, and we gave it to him and he just read it for a time with his head down.
I’ll never forget how he then looked up at us, with a difficult smile and he had tears in his eyes with a penetrating gaze that spoke volumes about how much he appreciated some measure of understanding for his love of fishing and the outdoors- and his family.
It may have been the first time I realized the connections and shared ideals we have within our lives and those we share them with. I also felt a bond that was so strong in terms of our shared love for nature and the outdoors. It was such a special moment, even now its hard for me to write about it without choking up a little.
He passed away within a year of that time, just short of their 50th wedding anniversary. I still have a little prayer card from the funeral. I felt sad for my father- we lived in California at the time, and he was called to come see his father in the hospital who was gravely ill. He traveled across the country as quickly as could be and arrived five minutes too late.
And now our little boy is growing up- family connections and threads that tie us all together. We celebrated his 10th birthday this week. His Daddy remembers when he was not quite three years old, living in Japan. After months at sea in the Middle East the little boy and his Mommy would be waiting for him to get off the ship.
Memories… my favorite is the time I met them in Hong Kong. The aircraft carrier pulled into port, and they arrived in an airplane from Japan. I was waiting in the airport after several months at sea and wondered if he would still recognize me.
When you’re in the military, little kids see so many other parents on base in uniform that they often think they see Daddy or Mommy. I’ve watched other young children run up to a complete stranger and begin hugging their legs, quite startling the adult. The look on those kids faces when they see that it isn’t Daddy (or Mommy) is heartbreaking. They came through the gates amidst a throng of passengers, and I saw a little boy walking with his Mom… he saw me and yelled “Daddy!” and came running. I’ll never forget that moment.
Or these ones… we’ve spent so much time working and playing outside together- the boy loves it. This was a couple of months ago in the garden.
I have to say he’s an amazing kid, and I’m so proud of him. And so is his Memaw! He loves to visit her house just a few miles down the road. Yesterday when we went to watch a cross-country meet where he ran (he did great!), and his eyes just light up when he sees her. This was last Christmas… the time passes so quickly.
He knew my father for a time- a few short years before he passed away over five years ago. I love this picture… it’s from around 2003.
The boy’s memories will be brief, but I’m glad they had some time together.
One of these days I’ll share more about our journey. For now the boy is loved and I know will grow into a fine young man. I hope his experiences will help him learn and develop so that he makes positive, constructive choices in his own life.
He’s a Webelo Scout this year, and as the den’s leader I take such pride in watching all the boys grow up. It’s the stuff of God and Country, but in scouting they learn so much more, especially about character, sportsmanship, leadership and the values we share in life. I have about 12 boys in our den this year- and most of them have been together for the past three years. When I see the littlest ones, I can hardly believe they were ever that young.
The next decade is a big one… I pray the excitement, challenge and exploration that he’s bound to experience are tempered with sound judgement, courage and faith. And a little common sense along the way :)
I suspect my writing may slow down a little as we catch up on priorities at home. I’ll try and get around a little more, and be back here when I can… Best wishes for a wonderful Fall season.