I had these nest photos waiting to share.
When I was cleaning up photos, saw this “dryer lint” photo (next) – which was taken before my son moved to Texas for a job. Oops – he accidentally washed and dried his lip balms.
Anyhow, I guess this post is all about seasons.
Seasons of life with little ones – nurtured in the nest.
Seasons of life when the nest is then empty –
Seasons where we smile to embrace natural cycles and life’s seasons.
Back in 1995, I had this “various artists” CD with remakes of “hit” songs. One of the songs was a cover of Watson’s “Watercolour Ponies” song. I overplayed that CD and a few other ones in my bin; 1995 was a lackluster year – esp. around the summer time -some readers might recall that I usually went back to Fla. for the summers, but in ’95, I stayed in CO – and was meant to –
I met sweet Shanna and her family on the 4th of July – here –
and then met my spouse at the end of summer.
At the time, I liked the Watercolour Ponies song – I thought it was “sweet” –
However, it was not until MANY years later that I understood the experience the song depicted.
Many years later I “got it” – when my children “looked a little less boys every day.”
Watercolor Ponies (some of the lyrics)
There are watercolour ponies on my refrigerator door
And the shape of something, I don’t really recognize
Brushed with careful little fingers and put proudly on display
A reminder to us all of how time flies
Seems an endless mound of laundry and a stairway laced with toys
Gives a blow by blow reminder of the war
That we fight for their well-being for their greater understanding
To impart a holy reverence for the Lord
But baby, what will we do..
when it comes back to me and you…
They look a little less like little boys every day
Oh, the pleasure of watchin’ the children growin’ is mixed with a bitter cup
Of knowin’ the watercolour ponies…
will one day…
Let’s end with a smile – 🙂