on the VERGE...

These pictures make me smile for a number of reasons…..the beautiful wide verges we have here at home…..they are verges to die for.  I know, it’s just a verge right?...but heck, you could walk 5 people wide in most places, side by side, into the quiet of the evening, and have room for a dog on either side of you:-D.  That’s how Mama like’s itJ.   We’ve spent more time on these verges since our two little girls came along, than we ever have before.  It’s been such a lovely reminder of how pretty our hood is – from all sides, and how friendly the neighbours are – dogs excluded:-D.  I’ve loved watching my kids run like the wind, down wintery sidewalks, with just the sun set to keep me company…

It feels like I’ve been spending a lot of time on other verges though too lately…..just looking left, looking right, just watchin’ the neighbours as it were, never crossing the road though – I guess I like my side is allJ.  It’s been a hectic time, but it’s funny how sometimes it can be Hurricane Hilda on the outside and as calm as..well ….when your hair’s not blowing in the wind, on the inside.  That’s when you notice things the most.  I’ve been on the verge noticing, how the world is going crazy, and how home seems like the safest place to be; noticing how so many families are hurting or lost – where are you Moms and Dads?? noticing how people have lost their way, and yet the answers are as obvious as the wide open road on a clear day; noticing how our girl child copes so much better when she knows I’m around – maybe because she knows I’ll always have her back; noticing that our boy child shares his heart so freely with me, and yet, it’s his Dad he needs more right now. 

Hubby and I attended a funeral on Friday – strangely, we both had ties to this person, in completely different ways.  We were not closely involved in his day to day life, but somehow we were close enough to be drawn there to celebrate his wonderful life, and his untimely death in a tragic aircraft accident.  My man and I cried.  From the first song, to the last song.  And all the bits in between.  Mine was the uninhibited cry….it bordered on the ugly cry – you know the one.  We cried because we knew his loss could so easily be ours, and from where I’ve been sitting on the verge, I saw so many families who, unlike this one, would never survive this tradgedy, because you can’t get more broken than broken already is.  Things so often cross our paths to remind us of all that is important in life, and yet people still choose to look the other way.  I often remind my boy that, at any moment, on any given day, you are on the verge of greatness, in whatever shape, form or size may have meaning for you, but if you’re lost in the woods – greatness ain’t never gonna find you son!

Our beautiful, warm, yellow and happy sunny days are back.  I know this because…well apart from the sun of course :-D, I’ve fallen asleep to the sound of tree frogs for the last few nights.  It feels carefree and heavenly to be on the verge of spring and summer again….