There is so much I love and will remember about the time I have been blessed to live where I live................long after I have been taken away and left at a nursing home......not seeming to remember or recognize. While many things might escape my old fragile mind by that time, there are many things my heart will keep and not allow to be erased.
One such thing, is a field that is off of our property. When we first moved here, it looked like this......33 acres of mesquite trees and brush, a comforting blanket surrounding our home. Not long after, the farmers made a decision to tear down the trees and clear the field for planting. I remember the day I heard the trees snap and buckle under the heavy machine, that looked like a dinosaur, chomping it's way through the woods, and the snap and pop of the fires that the trees surrendered to........a very sad day for me.......how I did not want to see this happen.
But I have found that even in things that I think are bad, good things come to surface. Because of the clear field, I now can see the early morning fog......coming towards the house......with the shadow of a lone deer walking through.....so still and quiet......breathtaking. No matter how many times I have come to this field, every day, it shows me something different.
I have witnessed the power and beauty of storms that come and go, raging through the grounds and leaving in the same moment with calmness.
In the still quiet darkness of early morning,with the calls of the coyote all around me, I walk to the field where it greets me with the beautiful colors of hues that my camera just can't justify. I am thankful to be able to arise to such a work of splendor each day. This I would miss if the trees were still there. 
And as the day draws to an end, a large old harvest moon comes dancing across the prairie, promising a night full of light and shadows. Deep in my heart.....among all of the images of the smiles and the light in the brown eyes of my sweetie, the many toothless smiles of the babies, the dear ones who have flitted in and out of my life, the sweet furball companions who once brought me joy...............there will be the image of this field, taking me back home.....to the home...........
where I belong.
How about you? What will remain in your heart forever? A sweet baby, a loved one, a place visited on vacation perhaps? I would love to hear!
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