THE STAIRWAY

THE STAIRWAY, originally uploaded by jimbwalking.

Where does the stairway lead? Is the mystery found at the top or does the adventure begin at the last step? Curiosity is your first step and understanding is what you hope to achieve at the end.

YESTERYEAR'S GRASS

YESTERYEAR’S GRASS

Sandstone steps covered with yesteryear’s grass lead to the empty hillside where once stood the grand two story home with the wrap around porch. The home looked over the rolling pastures where cows grazed and new born calves ran and played in the lush green fields of Springs new growth.

Wooden chairs provided seats of comfort and the wood slat boards of the porch was the place of rest for the two red bones and the old blue tick hound that chased rabbits in there dreams.

Visiting with those who stopped by passed the evening into night while brother Herman coaxed tunes with his bow from the fiddle against his chin. Sweet iced tea refreshed the sounds of our songs as Grandpa slumbered in his cushioned chair hunting rabbits with his sleeping dogs.

Memories like yesteryear’s grass once again turn green in the fields of the mind with the taste of sweet tea and the hum of an old song while I watch Grandpa chasing rabbits with his hounds, slumbering in my cushioned chair out on my wrap-around porch.