Tuesday Photo Challenge – Rose

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo

The prompt this week is: Rose

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Mother’s Day Roses 2006

 

My sweet son has often made it a tradition to give me flowers for my birthday. Or for Mother’s Day. Or as a combo since there are years when they coincide.

When he was a senior in high school, he included a two page letter…describing what each of the 10 roses signified…looking back on how we navigated his childhood together. His love and gratitude expressed.

I’m not the only writer in the family.

He may not have realized it then, at only 18, how much his words touched my heart. I still have those two sheets of paper. Carefully printed words to mother from son. Although there hasn’t been another letter like that one, the roses have continued for many of the last 13 years.

Beautiful bouquets arrived on my doorstep in May.
A mix of favorite colors.
Always deserving of a photo or two…or three.

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Bank

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo

The prompt this week is: Bank

 

The day-after scene from one of many memorable snowstorms.
Before the white turns gray…
…then black…as it morphs into slush.
Snow banks everywhere.
Courtesy of city plows and resident snow blowing and shoveling.
Whew.

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Snow bank in the winter

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River banks.
Same river. Different spots.

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River bank in the fall
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River bank in the summer

 

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Breeze

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo.

The theme this week is: Breeze

Our backyard was a place for running, jumping, playing…and enjoying the fresh air. When the wind picked up, as if often did, it might make playing whiffle ball a bit more challenging. Raking leaves into neat piles took a few more minutes…but it kept the bugs away!

It also picked up your hair and momentarily held it…in all kinds of random positions.

A daddy and his 3 year old son…
Sitting side by side on the back steps.
Turned around briefly.
Facing away from the breeze.
Gentle
But making its presence known.

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Gentle

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo

The theme this week is: Gentle

Fifteen years ago we – my husband, daughter, son & I – attended a large family reunion in upstate New York. It included 18 of us – my parents, sisters, brother, spouses and all 7 cousins/grandchildren plus family friends. It was the first (and only) “away” reunion held at an all inclusive facility on Lake Teedysuskung in the Pocono Mountains. Reunions had been held at my parents’ or sister’s homes until that year.

My parents were the hosts (ie: paying for it) and were anxious for everyone to partake in all the activities…especially the 7 grandchildren.

Keeping everyone well fed, happy and engaged (ages ranging from almost 5 to 74) was no easy task.

As might be expected, there were some conflicts and misunderstandings along with the fun and camaraderie. Unbeknownst to all of us, it would be another 10 years before the 7 cousins were together again.

One image stands out in my memory from that special time together.
The lake.
The kids laughing and jumping off the dock.
Where we went swimming, boating…and watched the sun set one evening.

A slight breeze gently skimming the surface…
A welcome sight after a long…busy…active…drama-filled day.

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Floor

Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo

The theme this week is: Floor

 

Days before the sale of our home in 2016
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Looking from part of the living room into the den…

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This floor of plywood 1 ¼” thick – covered with a carpet…supported a family…
Standing. Sitting. Running. Jumping. Crawling. Sleeping. Rolling. Walking.
Witness for more than 36 years.

Sometimes it squeaked in mysterious places at certain times,
but it never wavered for…

An infant crawling for the first time. Never minding the spit-up.
A baby, lying quietly, carefully picking out carpet lint. Fiber by fiber.
Popping it into her tiny mouth.
A toddler sprawled out “reading” a board book. And then tossing it aside for the next one.

This floor held…
Three cousins lying face down, chins propped in hands, watching television.
A sister and brother doing somersaults. Watch me mom!
Monopoly games…bank money, hotels, houses and the boy in charge of the bank.
Father and son jumping so hard the walls rattled when the Red Sox won the series in 2004.

Birthday party marching bands parading up one side and down the other.
Jump shots and slam dunks in the Michael Jordan Shoot-the-Ball hoop on a stand. Until it broke.
A young girl’s entire dance interpretation of NKOTB’s “Hangin’ Tough” including costume changes.

This floor remained sturdy when…
Standing for photos against the bifold doors: Easter. Halloween. Prom. Birthday. Group party pics. Or just because.
Teenagers collapsed in hysterics trying to master Twister.
Christmas trees were decorated.
Waiting for the gifts Santa would put beneath it.
No chimney required.

This floor supported a couch…chairs…coffee table…first hand-me-down…and then new.
Piecemeal furniture piled high with books, records, toys, magazines, framed photographs.
All steady and secure on this base for our home.

One might think a floor is just a floor.

But sometimes it isn’t.