I had forgotten how blue a real robins egg is. How the turquoise color glows, how the eggs are shaped. Because since I don’t live in the country, I never get the chance to see the real thing.
This is something that I never want to forget again.
I had forgotten what it feels like to walk on grass in your bare feet, living in the city, you don’t dare walk on the grass in the parks. This is something I want to experience again.
I have forgotten what sunsets, and sunrises look like, living in the city you only see buildings, and clouds. I want to live somewhere I can see the sun rise, and the sun set. Watch the purpling skies as they change. And predict the weather with real life, not with the TV, or the computer.
I had forgotten how much cats adapt to life in the city. Cats that live indoors may meow at the birds, but they are much safer. Cats in the country rarely return, unless they are very smart, and lucky.
I had forgotten what it feels like as a child to run through a sprinkler on the lawn, I never want to forget this again.
There is so much I have forgotten, the taste of real tomatoes, the feel of a real breeze on my sticky skin in the heat of a summers day. The distance you can see in the country, miles, and miles, without buildings that block the view…..I had forgotten. Maybe someday I will remember.
Tell me what you have forgotten, remembered, lost, and wish that you still have, now that you live where you live.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
What a lovely write, Jen. I will have to think about this.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing that comes to mind right off is ... my Mother.
Have a beautiful day ~
TTFN ~
Hugs,
Marydon
Great thoughts Jen. One thing from my childhood vacations that I would like to hear again is the eerie cry of the loon through the mist in the early morning. :)
ReplyDeleteFirst thought in my mind as I read this lovely post was..."oh Jen, come and live with me. We have empty bedrooms and you can sit in my gardens and walk in my heavenly grass and watch the baby robins learn to fly in the Spring." Guess that's a far fetched thought, but I did think it. Have faith, nothing doubting, lift others around you (you seem to do this very well) and someday your dreams will come true. Of this I believe.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful day!
What a great posting Jen. I too miss the days of my youth with cousins to play with everyday and all the exploring we did without the worries of today.
ReplyDeleteRobin egg blue is such a gorgeous color.
I don't blame you. Cities have much to offer but, the country is another world. The only thing I miss after moving to country surroundings are the coffee shops in the city. But then, I've learned to make my own ice cappucino. I hope you get to remember again.
ReplyDeleteGreat thoughts Jen! And being as I live in the country I do get to enjoy all those things. However, I was raised in the city and the one thing I might miss is sidewalks and neighbourhoods and the sound of children playing. Interesting perspective eh? I hope you can take a vacation to such a place and enjoy it's pleasures. Pamela
ReplyDeleteyou can come stay with me too!What a beautiful post,, just lovely,,I have forgotten so much from head injury,, parts are missing,, the worst is I don't even remember what I forgot, it just gone, my mums face I keep trying to remember,, it keeps slipping away from me!
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean! I think back to living in a remote area in the mountains and hiking every day with the sound of the trees. I miss it sometimes, too! ♥
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous post and a terrific blog. We live in a small city but we live in a very suburban area. still, the thing I miss the most is the Milky Way.... being able to see the entire expanse of stars across the sky, being able to pick out constellations and explore the Moon, Jupitor, Saturn, and Andromeda with a telescope. It's hard to find a place that is remote enough and dark enough that the stars aren't obscured by light pollution.
ReplyDeleteI also miss the flavor of wild blueberries and strawberries, and eating grapes out in the arbor at my grandmother's.
Thanks for giving me back these wonderful memories!
I want to taste fresh eggs again. I grew up with chickens. But I haven't had free range chicken eggs in many years. That certainly is the most vivid of eggs in that nest!
ReplyDeleteBrenda
Jen~
ReplyDeleteLovely post..
I have not forgotten! they remain alive and well in my heart and soul!
as much as I love my life here in Colorado..what I always miss the most is my growing up in a simpler, more innocent Florida..
The sights and sounds of the surf, fishing with my dad on a lazy river..picking fresh veggies from the garden with my mom..having a simple lunch of sauteed greens with bacon, vine ripe tomatoes and cornbread..iced tea of course..
altho I return home 2-3 times a year...
it is now a much more populated touristy place..
but at least it is Home..
where my heart and remaining family is!
warm sandy hugs..
Loui♥
What a lovely post Jen...I have forgotten what it is like to laugh like a child...full on, from the belly in delight! I need to find that again.
ReplyDeleteAwesome, Jen....I guess I have forgotten that there are those who cannot walk barefoot...Only in these past few weeks have I resorted to the dreaded shoes (as my feet have grown cold and need socking...)
ReplyDeleteI have forgotten the taste of mother's homemade chocolate pudding for breakfast, the warmth of a freshly laid egg, the smell of the milkhouse room, the earthy, dense, smell of the garden after heavy frosts, the overbearing smell of the silage maturing in the summer's sun....all things I've forgotten, remembered, lost, and wish I still had....
Hugs ~ Robin
I have forgotten my mom's fried chicken. I never fry chicken because it would never taste like hers. I have forgotten what it feels like ride my horse across the mesa, racing my friend on her thoroughbred mare. I have forgotten the muddle puddles I used walk through as a kid barefooted, the cold mud squishing between my toes. I have spent most of my married life in the small town, now in my old age we are back in the country with a horse and mud puddles. I have arthritis in my back and neuropathy in my feet. So there you have it. I did dream last night that I was on my horse galloping across the field. Thank goodness for dreams.
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to the quiet - no constant hum of traffic regardless of the time of day. I'm also looking forward to hearing lawnmowers at dusk on a summer evening.
ReplyDeleteAnd, the coyotes howling at night - that's something new I only just experienced that I'm looking forward to hearing again.
Can't wait!
I have forgotten what it is like to walk a mile and still be on my own property. I miss the farm. . .
ReplyDelete~a
Jen this is such a lovely post...much of what you had forgotten, I have found thankfully...I wish my parents could see the gardens and joy I have created. My mom is too ill and my dad is gone...your post reminds me to find those things I wish for and return to them!! Thank you...
ReplyDeleteWhat it felt like to be a kid on Christmas morning, the smell of a turkey roasting in the oven, my mom making pumpkin pies, the warmth of the wood stove...
ReplyDeleteI have forgotten what a robin's egg looks like too because robins don't nest here. I've forgotten what it feels like to play in the snow until my face hurts from being all frosty. About this time of year it seems like I've forgotten what the rain of winter feels like... then thankfully, the winter rains return and I remember.
ReplyDeleteCindy at Rosehaven Cottage
Jen, this entry brought tears to my eyes because I had no choice but to leave the place that was my home. I haven't forgotten anything about it but I long for it and I feel that deep sense of home for me will never be recovered.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Jen, I am sure there are many things I have forgotten but as another person commented, the only thing that comes immediately to mind is my mom. She has been gone 2 years and sometimes I forget her voice...so I call her voicemail and listen to her tell me she is sorry she missed me and if I leave a number she will get back to me. Oh how I wish she would...
ReplyDeleteYou know we don´t have Robins here where I live in Norway, not even sure they are in Norway at all- so I too had forgotten how blue their eggs were- thank you so much for sharing!!!
Have a wonderful weekend my friend....
So much of what I wanted to say in answer to each of your comments is more private then I would like to put into this blog. It's not that I don't think everyone should be able to read the response, it's just that it feels right to answer personally, in a one on one comment.
ReplyDeleteBut for some perplexing reason, and this is so frustrating, the comments don't always show up in my gmail. They go to spam, and I can't reply to them.
So I am sorry if you didn't get a personal reply to your amazing comments. I honestly just wrote what I was feeling at the moment, and had no intention of making anyone sad.
I think a few changes are happening, good changes, and it is being reflected in my blog posts.
Thanks to each and every person who commented. Your thoughts have spoken to my heart also.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
Hi Jen, I think you might remember from us chatting before that it sounds like we share a similar dream. Autumn is my favorite time of year, and while it does get cooler here in the city, we just don't get the colors like Seattle, where I'd love to be right now. I've been feeling a bit "stuck" here lately, but I'm still holding on to my dream!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, Jen. I don't know. My life is pretty good. I can't think of anything I'm currently reminiscing about. I have to say that your cat photos are so sweet. My similar-looking tuxedo cat is sleeping right next to me. Ya gotta love 'em!
ReplyDeleteYou can come visit anytime..I guess I take all those things for granted..the acorns are awful this time of year..hard on bare feet:)
ReplyDeleteThe Boo is beautiful Jen .. my girls would LOVE him to bits : )
ReplyDeleteI miss the tiny coastal village I spent in my early childhood .. the sea. the woods even the fog .. it was the worst and best of times as a child for me .. perhaps we get a chance to visit that time in our life again when we are finished with this time ? I would love to look at it through my adult eyes.
Joy : )