Monday, July 18, 2011

garden tribute

I was getting a shovel to harvest the carrots. You see, we were cleaning out the upper garden and getting it ready for a fall garden and harvest. I came back up the hill, shovel in hand. I noticed then that Caleb was there with Rusty. I didn't notice until I was all the way up there that Caleb had brought Rusty the phone. I looked at Rusty feeling the color fade from my face. Rusty nodded at me, and I knew then, you were gone.


We stood there in the garden for awhile, not knowing what to do. But we said a few words about you. Then, we went back to work. Tears and sweat are both salty. We continued harvesting cabbage heads, and baby organic carrots, along with the last of the romaine and a bushel of green beans. I kept tasting the food. Dirt and all. I felt like everything tasted a little sweeter, as I remembered you, there. I looked back at the house, and smiled as the sun slowly set over it, Gratitude filled my aching heart, .


I would not be working this land, had it not been for you. You believed in the dream. So look Boompa... look at my harvest today, look what grew.



cleaning organic baby carrots
one of the young hens laid her first brown egg in the nest box today
 
fresh picked green beans


"Make no little plans, they have no magic to stir men's blood and will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble and logical plan never dies, but long after we are gone will be a living thing." Lita Bane


the tribute

In loving memory of Raymond L. Terrell.
September, 1924 - July, 2011

~crow

5 comments:

  1. I am standing upon that foreshore.
    A ship at my side spreads his white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. He is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch him until at length he hangs like a speck of white clouds just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
    Then someone at my side says, "There! He is gone!"
    "Gone where?"
    "Gone from my sight, that's all". He is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever he was when he left my side; just as able to bear his load of living freight to the place of his destination. His diminished size is in me, not in him. And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "There! He's gone!" there are other eyes watching hin coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here he comes!"
    May his memories bring you and your family peace. xox Linda

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  2. Beautiful Linda.
    Thank you.

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  3. So so sorry to hear about your loss.

    Long may his Spirit & Memory live on in your garden & in your hearts.

    R.I.P Boompa.

    Nicky x

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  4. God bless Boompa. He'll be around helping you with the sowing and harvesting to come for sure.

    Hope you're ok Crow.
    x

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