A busy life
makes time fly, and that’s what happened to me this winter. I can hardly
believe it’s already time to go back to our Kansas home, but here we are,
cleaning out the refrigerator and gathering things we need to take back with
us, including jars of the orange marmalade we made.
I will miss
watching our little raise bed garden grow. The spring greens are all gone,
having been replaced by tomatoes, carrots, peppers, and some transplanted
squash. The squash isn’t recovering from being transplanted and will have to be
replaced by others that sprung up from the compost pile. Grant and Blair put in an automatic
I would
love to be here this summer to look out our kitchen window, watching this
year’s crop of pomegranates mature. They are just now blooming and their fruit
won’t mature until next November. The outermost layer of the blossom gradually will curve back to become the characteristic points at the end of the fruit.
For sure
I’ll miss going to La Estrella Bakery in Tucson’s Mercado for the best puff
pastry I’ve ever eaten. (I’ll admit that puff pastry isn’t the most healthful
diet for an octogenarian.) I’ll miss
seeing sunlight and shadow play on the mountain ranges that surround Tucson. Oh, and I'll miss the Sunday afternoon band sessions at Badlands, a microbrewery.
Most of all, though, I’ll miss sharing daily life with our grandson and his bride. I’ll especially
miss the lively conversation at our evening meals and knowing that more than
one person has my back in times of trouble.
The up side
of leaving is that all of these pleasures will be waiting when we return to the
land of saguaros next fall.
Copyright
2017 by Shirley Domer
