Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Oopsy Visits Jack Miner's

Violinist needed a ride into work Monday morning as it seems the smarty pants car is acting up.
"Wake up Oopsy, we're going for a nice drive down toward the lake."
So off we went early early, as the fog still lay on the fields. The first day of summer is a wonderful feeling. Roadsides are blooming with Elderberry, Red-winged Blackbirds sing along the ditches clinging to the cat-tails.
It may have been the first full day of summer but the morning air was quite chilly and we needed to put the heater on. My thoughts were upon the young man to my right. Not too very long ago a sweet little boy.
Violinist commented between bites of Blueberry Lemon Cheesecake, "The bear is quiet this morning."
"Hmmm. I think she's all done in with all the partying over the weekend."
Gentle. Contemplative. Sensitive. Considerate. So, so utterly discouraged when he thought he had no talent. And then the absolute explosion of joy and focused purpose, when he realized that he could play music. We never once suffered a stray note.
"Do you want a banana?"
"No the cheesecake is enough."
"I think I ate too much cheesecake," offered a small tired voice.
"Well, Oopsy, sometimes our eyes are bigger than our stomachs. I think I saw you nipping a little extra raspberry punch with Med Student Friend, too."
How I will miss these little conversations and odd quiet moments together - usually a ride needed into work or back. It has been a wonderful time. He has given me so much joy as a son. Running up the side of a Carolina mountainside, "These are for you Mom" - a little fistful of wild violets.
"Do they have real wolves here?" We pulled off to the side of the road. One lone little songbird perched atop the sanctuary sign.
"No, Oopsy, there are only birds here. Look there is the duck pond. It has a guardrail making it harder to get a pretty photo from here. Fun fell into the duckpond once when he was about two feet tall and not long after that we noticed the surround went up - you're a lot smaller I'll put you in my pocket, okay?"
"My dad used to bring us here every Sunday in the fall "to feed the geese." That's October and November for us here in Canada, the best time to see the geese. He would give us each a cob of corn and we'd roll off and toss kernels to the birds. My brother always tried to...oh nevermind. He was a boy, so just use your imagination."

"Mr. Miner was a conservationist ahead of his time and now there is this lovely place to come and visit and the birds know they can land here to safely rest while on their migrations. In the fall the field back of the sanctuary sign is filled with thousands of honking geese."
While we have been enjoying Oopsy's company, courtesy of Caroline, away down under, Oopsy is ready to climb back into her cardboard box and resume her world tour. If you would like to enjoy her delightful company in your home, leave a comment in any of the Oopsy posts before Wednesday and we will draw names then to see where in the world that will be.

4 comments:

Baby Rocket Dog and Hootie said...

Oh dear Housewife, Our momma would LOVE to be Oopsies next hostess. Please put her name in your drawing. Her blog is: inamazinggraceland.blogspot.com and her name is :Cassie

Thanks! You can let her know if she is chosen by coming to either her blog or ours. We'll let her know!! We are good dogs!

Smooches from pooches,
BabyRD & Hootie

Mental P Mama said...

I hope the Violinist isn't too sad when Oopsie leaves.

eag said...

Hi there, lovely photos of your morning journey with The Violinist.Those geese look busy but what goose isn't?
You might like to have a little peek at my blog eag-zorrosblog.blogspot.com and if the lovely bear has not found a new B&B yet we would love to have her along.Isn't it time she came home to Oz?She must be getting homesick by now for the smell of eucalyptus, the sound of the magpies singing and the warm sunshine.
P.S. I'm very good with bears, there are no wolves and we keep geese...well behaved geese mostly and we have lots of adventures!!

jan said...

Having our sons grow up is such a bittersweet thing. You don't want them to stay small, you don't want them to grow up and leave. On the other hand, they do grow up and there's so much joy when you see what they're becomming. And there's so much joy in having their friendship when they've grown...