Saturday, August 30, 2008

That Summer he let the grass grow up to the sky after she left him. Mr. Robbins, that is.

She left because they were conflicted over her grown children. They wanted to run their Mom, and he thought they were too old to be doing that. So she left, because with her, the children came first even if they were grown.

He still mowed the grass around the house but barely. The perimeter of his property looked like, how I imagined a prairie of long ago would look. We lived just a block away from him and I had to walk past his yard to get home. We were so close to the country the authorities didn't raise a fuss over the grass being that tall.

But it chilled me to the bone thinking about what was in that grass. It looked primitive..He had always grown sunflowers in that area and some had re-seeded themselves. Big blackbirds rested on the enormous stems and carelessly ate to their hearts content. While warily eying everyone who walked past.

I would see him almost everyday sitting in his lawn chair looking at that grass. It was weird. He would sit right next to the lawn mower like he was getting ready to mow . But then he would just sit and stare at the grass instead.

You could see that he missed her. Just in the way he walked and dressed.

Then one day I saw him smile for the first time since she had left. He was sitting in his lawn chair watching the grass. I saw it too..It was a fox carrying her babies one at a time to a new home. After that I wasn't afraid of the grass anymore. The monsters that had lurked there all disappeared.


Tonight's song, Stupid Boy by Keith Urban
1st video, 1st clip


Classic Charm said...

Beautiful as usual Nita. I had a low day today, I could sure use a hug today....

Sally said...

I guess he had heart after all. I'm glad you weren't afraid anymore.

Anonymous said...

You are such a natural story teller. I could picture it all so well, especially his smile.

Annette said...

what a wonderful storey dear one, I loved the ending about the baby fox's beinging carreid to a new home from their mom, you write such awesome stories, like you AWESOME! Have a sweet wonderful day! Hugs always Annette

A bird in the hand said...

There's a little something for you on my blog, Nita. Please pick it up when you have a moment :-)))

Mimi said...

great story of love...
keep it up,

pfranklin said...


and she writes again.

I'm thanking God today for your vision and talent and sending hugs your way, Phyllis

Nathalie Thompson said...

Where do you come up with this great stuff?

Jeanne said...

Keep writing my friend. Your words are very powerful and the music and images you choose are as well.

Brenda Kula said...

That was beautifully written! Just found you. I will be back.

Dee/reddirtramblings said...

Wow, what great writing. I am in awe. My sister's name is Nita too. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I'll be back.~~Dee

whitey said...

"Sit and stare at the grass instead" I can relate to that still have those kinds of days, something will trigger it and you just feel like doing nothing.But this weekend we had the tops of our mountains dusted with snow wont be long and I will be staring at that instead!
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Love whitey

Lori said...

Your stories are always so lovely, filled with wonderful word-images that we can visualize in our minds.

This one is no different.

We all have our fears, don't we?! On small spark can set them ablaze, freeing our souls, again.

CIELO said...

Hi...the House in the Roses is having a Window Party this Friday, and wish you could participate.... only thing you need to do is show us your favorite window of your home.... it promises to be fun! come see!


Donna said...

Life Sure will do you in, if you let you sweetie!hughugs

Just Joni said...

another great story with words that invoke such imagery...sunflowers, blackbirds...I love it all!

Anonymous said...

Just lovely. The neat thing about your short stories is that they contain everything to peak a person's intrest! Thinking of you.

Love and Hugs,

Jann said...

Love your writing, Nita--talk to you, soon! Love, Jann


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