Thursday, May 3, 2012


The days of s'mores around the backyard stone fireplace are as long gone as the fire that warmed the marshmallows to a perfect golden brown. The limestone has given way to time and neglect.
Even after the stone chimney was no longer a place to grill a hotdog on a stick, it had a repurposed life. But instead of a feast for the family, it was a feast for the imagination as a little girl played in the backyard, cooking imaginary meals with a saucepan and tea kettle. That little girl now has a baby of her own, who will no doubt invite her own dolls to make-believe tea parties some day.
And again, the stone chimney has new life, even in the midst of the County Line's version of urban - OK, rural - blight. A mama cat has nestled her babies in the leaves in a back corner.
It's not a very convenient location for the Farmer who likes to hold new kitties. But Mama Cat didn't ask him.

Cats are like that.
And I guess the old fireplace is again providing a location for a family's sustenance. Funny how life circles back around, isn't it?

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