Running to the Shade
Sep. 22, 2013 3:56 pm
Updated: Sep. 27, 2013 5:13 am
I sit here looking out my office window at all the shade that trees I have planted cast upon the yard. It reminds me of a game I played years ago. Hey, we only had 3 TV stations to choose from back then and there certainly was nothing online. Computers
back then were the size of rooms. If there was anything on line it was the laundry drying. And Mom made sure the underwear were on the inside so the neighbors couldn't see the unmentionables.
Back to the shade. In my neighborhood we had trees. I don't suppose we had lots of money as it is measured today but we had fun. The children that is. We rode in station wagons facing backwards with no seat belts. Yeah, I know I would so not let my child
do that now! We ran around our yards. We played with lawn darts. Heavens, the things we did then. But it is the shade that has captured my attention tonight.
The shade dappled with spots of bright gold that I am looking at and thinking of the past, remembering the game with the shade. The darkest spots of it were the safe zones. I am surprised I remember this game but I do have many shades in the shadows in my
yard to look at right now. Many spots where if I have a grandchild while I can still run and play, I will share with them how this game is or was played. I played it with the neighborhood children when there were any where I grew up. Being the very youngest
with older parents I had to sometimes entertain myself. I would run by myself as fast as I could to the darkest piece of shade in the yard pretending I had compatriots dodging the sun. Avoiding the sun because that was IT. That which you avoided so you
would be safe. You picked a safe place in the shade, named it HOME, and dodged around the bright patches of sunlight. We were children and we used our imaginations to create. We ran laughed and giggled our ways thru the summer.
I see the different shades in my yard outside my window and I can't describe the colors of green that are in them. I leave that to my sister the artist who knows what colors I see but can't describe. I can only remember the game of running from shadow to
shadow and the giggling. Breathless arrival at the dark green spot of shade designated as safe where there usually was an old blanket or sheet.
Summer, you are a season for children. No matter how old they are!