“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”

The day is so beautiful I couldn’t bear to go inside so my mac and I are on the deck and so is Gracie. She is in the shaded corner and is asleep so deeply the tip of her tongue is out. The day is filled with sounds. I can hear the different birds as if in stereo, and I can hear the rattle when they land on one of the larger feeders. The fountain, though, one of my favorite sounds was quiet until I added water. Gracie thinks it’s here for her as it is the exact right height. She drinks out of it often so I keep water on the deck for refilling purposes.

Last night was cold, sweatshirt cold, and my feet needed slippers before they got warm. It was 56°, September weather. Tonight will be in the 60’s, perfect for sleeping. A few days ago I had the AC blasting, and I couldn’t even stay on the deck for the heat.

Sometimes I want to be ten years old again. Nothing bothered me then. I didn’t care about the heat or the cold. Bugs were fun and grasshoppers were the most fun. In my mind’s eye I can still see the brown field below our house and the grasshoppers which jumped in front of our every step. Our hands were quick then and we could catch them in the air. Running through the field and catching brown grasshoppers was a game, and we always let them go.

When I was ten, every new day was filled with adventure. My future was the afternoon and never beyond it in time. We lived for that day and no further until the next day, and it too was the only day. Some nights we’d sleep in the backyard, but that always a spur of the moment decision. We’d put the old tarp my dad kept in the cellar over the grass and bring out pillows and blankets. I never felt the hardness of the ground. I was involved in the adventure.

When I was ten, every day was a wonder. Since my retirement, almost every day is mine, and I am again finding that sense of wonder, but unlike the ten year old me, I have to plan and make appointments, and I begrudge losing even a minute of my day. I do more spur of the moment things than I have in years, but sleeping on the hard ground doesn’t happen to be one of them.

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8 Comments on ““There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.””

  1. Zoey & Me Says:

    10 was a good age. I would prefer though to hold on 18 or 21 when you had the keys to the car and could explore more world. I’m convinced the perfect world is when you are a millionaire at age 15 and are taught to live within your means over the life time so in the end you don’t need so much. And the more money, the places you can travel to and more friendships can endure. Being a senior and saving for one trip a year is not really retirement. It’s just getting by. But the real fun are the memories you keep in your heart.

    • kat Says:

      Me,
      At 18 and 21, there were expectations for the future. Driving was great and all, but there was college and what I wanted to be and the future. When I was 10, there was the afternoon.

      Retirement means not having to get up in the morning or choosing to read all day or deciding not to get dressed. The trips are perks for me. I just love having every day.

  2. Bob Says:

    Here in North Texas the low temperature last night was 84 degrees. Today the high is 105. When I was 10 the heat of summer never seemed to be a problem. I would play catch with my friends in the yard and go to the neighborhood public pool in the heat of the afternoon. Ten was the time when a kid is still a kid and puberty is just around the corner. Girls were still icky.

    Does anyone know why it seemed to take forever for the summer to come or for Christmas morning when I was ten? While now the years fly by at the speed of sound. (768 MPH on a 68 degree day).

    • kat Says:

      Bob,
      I think the same thing: the summer happened and if it was hot, I never noticed when I was a kid. Ten was easy.

      I have a theory about time. When you are ten, every year is 1/10th of your life. When you are 60, it is 1/60th and life zooms by us.

  3. Lori Kossowsky Says:

    I’m not sure when I was ten. I always remember my years by my grades and school teachers. It’s been foggy and icky here lately, and even though I have chores to do ( which I resent), it’s also a day when I don’t feel well. I’m tired of these days. Meow is curled up on my bed asleep. I suppose another good day or days will come, the sun will shine, the pool will be here for awhile, and I will get to go to a play or a concert.

    • kat Says:

      Lori,
      All of it is jumbled to me. School and summer and Christmas are all memories mixed together. I do remember certain school years more than others, but I remember so much more.

      Take each day as it comes. It makes life so much easier.

  4. kat Says:

    Thanks, Bob!


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