Monday, April 28, 2014

Our last trip

On many of the trips between our old place and our new home, I saw birds. This afternoon, two turkey vultures seemed to graze the truck. Great blue heron on at least two two separate trips. At least two, maybe three red tailed hawks, who I think of as the spirit of my maternal grandfather.

As we left our old house for the final time, the pair of geese who arrive each spring, waddled towards the road.

Jared and I glanced about, said goodbye to the house, the shagbark, the oak, the plants, the meadow, Pschorn Lane, the place our son came to be. We said goodbye to Cat Tail, the forest. The place.

This place that that taught us all we know. Goodbye, Sourlands.


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