Morning’s sparkling jewels.
Fresh with dew, these buds so new.
Nature’s rich in style.
It was a short trip to the country, long overdue.
I know you can’t go home again, and my final destination never actually was my residence.
But in my heart it was home, especially in summer.
My grandparents once lived in the little Minnesota town I was fast approaching. My childhood memories there are still ripe with picking rhubarb, fresh corn, Grandma’s lemon pies in the oven, and porch swings.
My final stop was to be a rural cemetery in the corn fields just about a mile beyond the town’s Main Street.
My brother, parents, and grandparents are buried there, along with a host of other relatives.
It’s my tribe.
I recall a great aunt softly grabbing my arm and walking me through the place at my brother’s burial service many years ago.
She introduced me to each and everyone of his new neighbors there. And it seemed I was related to them all.
The main purpose of my trip was to check on the state of my family’s monuments and pavers.
And also to pay my respects.
It was a lonely, cold and gray morning at the cemetery. Memorial Day had already come and gone, just like the northerly wind.
There was just me and the morning doves around.
I noticed looking across the grounds that flowers on the graves were very few.
Perhaps those who used to plant the red, white and blue petunias on the burial sites of their elders had now passed away themselves.
But as I walked around I found some unexpected gifts.
A small bunch of yellow silk forget-me-knots adorned my brother’s grave. They were faded some, but lovingly placed perhaps by a stranger who cared, or was moved by the words ‘beloved son’ engraved on the tombstone.
I also discovered sheaves of corn placed around his grave and those of many others.
There is an old custom of placing these sheaves on the burial ground of those who once farmed.
Though no one in my immediate family had worked the land, it was still in their blood.
I pulled my old down vest tighter as I battled the chill back to my car.
Driving again through my grandparents aging small town to enter the highway back towards the city, I became a little blue. I noticed the downtown looked a bit dead with many vacant storefronts.
And I realized too that this trip out in the country had lacked the charm I used to know. The once proud red barns were now decaying and swaying in the breeze. And many of the other small towns along that highway looked lost and weathered as well.
I longed for any signs of life in traditional small town America and rural America.
And maybe just to see a farmer in bib overalls, I thought.
Suddenly I pulled the car over at the sight of something familiar, yet a bit different.
To my right I saw that the old Victorian funeral parlor, sitting kitty corner from my grandparents’ old place, was filled with life again.
There were tricycles and toys in the front yard. Maybe a growing family lived here or it was a bustling day care center I hoped.
Then I looked to the left.
My grandparents’ former home was shining brighter than ever with a fresh coat of paint.
And a few minutes later as I was driving back on the highway, I finally saw my farmer in bib overalls coming out of a dollar store.
I smiled for a moment.
I was happy.
At least it wasn’t a big old Walmart.
I admit I’ve never been a big Star Wars fan, but I agree that my pup Rex could be part Ewok.
I often get stopped when Rex and I are out walking.
“Hey, love that boy’s Mohawk,” one smiling man told us today as we jogged towards the lake adding, “but what exactly is he, anyway?”
“A bit of chihuahua mixed with who knows what, though Ewok or terrier have been suggested,” I answered.
The man soon confessed that he’d seen all the Star Wars movies and was confident my little handsome man clearly had to be an Ewok mix.
I do know that Ewoks tend to be hunter-gatherers and like simple dwellings.
And I’ve learned my Rex LOVES to hunt for flies, gather squeaky toys, and stockpile all in his simple crate.
I’ve also heard that Ewoks are very curious types.
Today my ‘Curious Rex’ was dragging me by the leash all around the 3 mile lake, the big blooming rose garden, and to all his favorite stands at the local Farmer’s Market.
He sure loved those free samples.
Tonight Rex is very tired.
He is snuggling on my lap just like a little cuddly teddy bear.
Did I mention that Ewoks resemble cuddly teddy bears?
Except my Ewok has now fallen asleep and is starting to snore.