Tonight is my last night in Wilmington. We have a nice dinner out planned and maybe a breakfast in the morning. I have said good bye to the ancient oak and to the splashing fountain that sings to me while I write. They have become familiar and I will miss them, but leaving my boys, that grew and flew-now that’s another story.
The truth is they are but a few hours away and we will visit more this summer. Some more truth is I got used to being with them again on a daily basis and it felt wonderful. I love having a good meal ready when they get home. I love when we sleep under the same roof. I love waiting for them to get home, even!
I have thoroughly enjoyed my visit. I am not in the habit of going out much-but I have done so this week. I can not convince my children that I am “pleased as punch” just staying at home. I wear comfortable clothing and watch old black and white movies. I love reading and writing. I have taken a lot of walks about the village. I have met some nice folks and some friendly dogs. I am older now, and I am quite content with such things.
You would think, that by this age, a person would know something-but as it turns out, a lot of what I have learned has changed up. The tools are different. From washing machines to coffee makers- I need a manual to know what all those flashing lights are about. Car keys are odd looking and using a phone can be a nightmare. The televisions have three remotes and that’s a nightmare too. My generation grew up without microwaves, without cable and cell phones-so a lot has changed. It is no wonder, I am content at home peeling potatoes-the same way my grandmama did, because I know how. It is often said that the older generation is “set in their ways” and that they don’t like change. The truth is, we are the experts at change. We have done it all of our lives- and honestly, it is tiring. I miss those days when the kids were little and I really did know how to make coffee. Well, I just miss those days in general.
I have missed the rabbit patch too with its’ country air and song birds flying. I am sure that my younger boys missed me like I missed them. Cash and Christopher Robin have probably been pining away-and I bet Christopher Robin broke something while I was gone. The tomatoes will be ripe and the grass will need mowing. The rabbit patch is very “set in it’s ways” and demands a fair amount of attention on any given day. I will take a walk around when I get back to see what is blooming. I will go the “Quiet Garden”and I will be glad for my time by the sea, with my children who “grew and flew” in a most delightful way. . . and the world is a better place because of it.