Kick the Can, and a pond

"Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark that you always carry with you."

This past weekend, I took a trip home, just my dog and me, to visit my Mom in my hometown. For some reason during the drive this time, I spent time thinking about my childhood. All along the route I take to drive home, there are a few little ponds in the fields along the way, and, being especially sunny and beautiful days, the sunlight sparkled on the water of these little bodies of water, and reminded me of a little pond/lake behind my childhood home that I could see every time I looked out our kitchen and family room windows. Seeing these little ponds during my drive, with the reflecting sunlight, gave me comforting memories of my childhood. I have fond memories of that house and the field behind our house where even horses lived occasionally, and of the neighborhood; sledding in the winter, the way the little pond looked on sunny days, playing Kick the Can under the streetlights with my good friends until after dark. So, the point of today's post is, I think, that if you were lucky enough to have a warm and loving childhood, to cherish those times when things were simpler. You may find that it gives you perspective and comfort when you need it most. 

"Alive Under A Calypso Sky"  mixed media on canvas 

"Alive Under A Calypso Sky"  mixed media on canvas