God I love the sound of rain on a tin roof, grandpa had one. It just came to my mind because it is just pouring out there. Rain it’s a good thing though it makes everything clean, fresh as it glistens in the damp cool night. But first you need to get past the mud and pot holes.
There are so many wonderful things about the rain I never paid attention to, I wish I would have known that then. Much time wasted on worries about dirty shoes,muddy carpet those are so unimportant now, almost selfish that I even let that stuff bother me. I welcome that mud now.
How nice it would be to be able to go mudding and lol cow tipping again. Even camping when we least expected rain, we got hammered, Ed used to stand out in that and hold an umbrella over the fire to keep the embers hot, for the boys to stay dry and warm and for me naturally to cook. Ha! Those boys were never full,s’mores and pizza presses, hotdogs and especially the breakfast fresh eggs, fried potatoes even the toast were all done over an open fire. Mmmm: I can close my eyes and smell it as I type this out. Oh and the extra cheesey scrambled eggs.
Ed used to get whatever you needed from nature, of course if we didn’t bring it. If you needed a toothpick he had a cure for that too. I always used to think that setting up the camp site was the absolute worst. But now I realize it was actually tearing it down, little did I know at that time that was the end of a chapter of my life.
But it was also a time to head home, get ready for the soccer practice days, they were chaotic but I always loved them. As a coach I don’t think I could have had a better team of players, yep I said that every season. Until the time came when all the children my children knew were older, and it was time to let them move on to better coaching, for I had taught them I think all I could.
These are just a few more of the little things I miss now and should’ve been missing then as well. Until next time anyone in the loft is looking be safe, be kind, choose your words carefully, softly because it really doesn’t matter what matters is the time spent with the family and friends you held so dearly. I know I so miss those days now.
