A Change of Season
One summer day in 1972 when I was about ten months old, my mom took me to a local park we call the “college pond” . I was learning to walk and she was taking a moment to bask in that new season of my life. A reporter from the local newspaper was also near the pond that day and he snapped the photo to the right. I know it doesn't make sense in terms of times of year, but my brain also wants me to believe this photo, along with the poem posted below, was published in the paper on Mother’s day of that year. Anyhoo, while fall is my absolute favorite time of year, I do love me some springtime too....winter is long gone and good ole summer is right around the corner. Everybody loves spring it seems.. ....new beginnings, longer days, open toe shoes & my fave...the start of cookout season! Spring is indeed a bitter sweet time for me. My mother was born in spring, she passed around this time in the spring and of course,...