Saturday, April 16, 2011

When they were young

My great-great grandmother Lena was the youngest child in her family.  She and Thias (Matthias) her next-in-line brother were the last of the ten Rauls children.  As I imagine them, they sometimes would sneak away together to the nearby woodlots or small forests, Tice leading the way; Lena his faithful shadow.

As they got older, there was hard work in the fields from spring until harvest, but I think Lena and Thias spent some early evenings, especially in spring, in the wild areas or rocky hills, looking at the sky, hearing bird songs, splashing a foot in a pond if the weather turned warm.  And all the while they were inhaling the April smell of fresh growth and the shriveled plant remains from the year before.

Let us tiptoe along behind them.

Barefoot on the road?

forget-me-not 
purple deadnettle (purple archangel?)

white dead nettle doesn't sting says Josiane


Lying on the damp ground

Looking up, chattering, and dreaming
Walking back home


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful...I love these visual imaginings