Day 42 ~ Room 206

That's where my mom is living now. She's no longer at the farm ~ where a knock on the front door would initiate a shout of "Come on in! The door's open!" That door is now closed and locked. But memories will remain in the minds of all who came through that door. The things I will remember? My most vivid ones are the smell of smoke from my dad's pipe, the bark of the beagle penned up down by the garden, my mom's apron wet from washing dishes, the whistling tea pot full of hot water for daddy's mug of tea and milk, watching my brother carefully lifting the flat rocks in the creek behind the house and seeing the crayfish scurry away, and the whisper of the breeze through the maple tree in the side yard.