As I walk the beauty surrounds me
It envelops me like a warm blanket.
I feel the warmth of the colors
And breathe in the cool, crisp air.
I could never ask for a more perfect day
With leaves rustling beneath my feet
And the sounds of gravel below.
This is the way to grandmother’s house,
Take a left at the end of the lane
Cross over the hill to your right,
And you will find her dwelling there
Nestled beyond the pond
Among the mighty oaks.
An not too far from the edge of the road,
You’ll spot her hand carved sign
The sign that says you’ve reached
Her beloved “Shady Oaks.”
Fall reminds me of going to grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving Dinner so many years ago. Soon after moving to the South, I discovered the beauty of the seasons. It started with the glorious colors of fall, soon followed by wintry scenes of snow. I remember my first sightings of a snowflake well…it’s something I’ll never forget, just as I’ll never forget those Thanksgiving Dinners at grandmother’s house.
Yesterday, while in Cynthiana, I found myself parked in the same parking lot where I first saw my very first snow flake. The memories of so long ago came flooding back to me when I realized where I was. It was in the fall of 1962, I was 18 then and had been in the grocery store shopping. When I strolled out of the store, with a full buggy cart of groceries, there they were…the BIGGEST snowflakes falling from the sky. Up to that point in my life I had only read or seen snowflakes in movies. Not thinking, I quickly abandoned my grocery cart right outside the doors, and went running through the parking lot catching snowflakes in my hands and watching them quickly melt away. I was mesmerized by the falling snow never once thinking of what I might have looked like to passerby’s…probably like some crazy person! Jim called to me finally and broke the spell after a few minutes of explaining to the people coming out of the store that I was from sunny