i drive past our old street all of the time. if i crane my neck, i can see only the front yard of 1216 nebraska. the house tobin and i moved into after our marriage. the home that we brought our tiny baby to after his birth. the sweet little place where i grew to be a mother, wife, gardener, and cook. every once in awhile i end up on this street. and when i do, i drive very slowly past this old house and take it all in. what always, always chokes me up is seeing that tire swing hanging in the huge mulberry tree in the back yard. it is still there and part of my heart will always be there as well.
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We were just talking about that old house and that old other house over dinner night before last...the night you posted this...it must be the time of year.
it is the time of year i feel i do the most remembering...
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