Leaving one place.
Always full of people and celebrations. Birthdays, anniversaries, life in general, “the neighbors are at the lake tonight”–we make reasons to have celebrations
A falling summer watermelon flag. Held up by thumbtacks–the only thumbtacks in the house, so it’s going to hang just as it is. We are fancy people. Can you tell by the house numbers? They’ve hung like that for as long as I can remember.
Sunflowers from a best friend. And a visit!
The dog begging someone to come to the lake and take him for a ride on the waverunner.
Where we (among other things) sit on the couch that belonged to my grandparents when they got married over 50 years ago, sit in a (recovered) recliner chair from my great grandaddy’s house (which is sometimes operated by a wrench rather than a broken pull handle), fill the walls with pictures and more pictures of family memories, sleep in the cabin that my great grandfather built over 70 years ago, and swing in the swing on the porch that has hosted many friends and family members for sunsets, lake watching, hummingbird watching, and relaxing.