Don’t you love the sounds of spring? Oh, I sure do.
The weather here has been on a roller coaster ride as it has in many other parts of the country. It’s been unseasonably warm for February. We hit a record yesterday two degrees over the old record of 70. Today should be 74 and tomorrow 78!
Aha! But wait for it…Saturday will be…45! I’m sure we’ll have snow sometime in March.
In the meantime, flowers and the grass are sprouting but so are the weeds. Even some of the trees are blooming. I know a freeze will probably come and kill or stunt all the growth. It’s just too early for all this.
It’s so warm that I have the windows open and the fan in the kitchen sucking in that pleasant aroma of spring.
The birds feel the spring-like air. I can hear them serenading. I hear someone hammering, working on something. Motorcycles rev up to go out and play. A lawnmower whirs. Already?
I love these vibrations that tickle my eardrums. I even like the sound of the small airplanes in spring.
Listening to all those heart-tugging sounds reminded me of a post I wrote years ago. Special sounds. Memories of sounds. It’s called Did You Ever Hear a Memory? Part of it goes like this…
Again, I listen. A wave of nostalgia overwhelms me as I hear…
…the sound of two teenage brothers arguing over who knows what.
…groanings from sucker punches.
…laughing and sounds of slapping on backs.
…the “Hullo” of smiling son #2 as he blasts through the back door.
…the heartwarming sound of sweet giggles from a young girl playing games.
Where are these sounds coming from? This is an empty nest.
Those teenage boys are now 47 and 44. That young girl is now 41.
Those sounds come from reminiscent echoes within the walls, the cherished sounds from days long passed.
My heart fills with the overwhelming joy of precious memories.
I listen again. This time, I hear…
…sadness, the sobs and weepings of heartaches from hard times gone by, of broken friendships, of mournful news, of jobs lost, of lack of necessities.
Afraid to but I listen once more. I hear…
…my heart say…You didn’t do it right! You failed so many times!
But the precious sounds of children echoing from the kitchen to the family room, down the hall to the bedrooms, and down the stairs to the basement, and I know I did some things right.
With bittersweet memories echoing in the halls of my heart, I choose to listen to the laughter and the giggles, the good sounds of the past. Maybe, just maybe, I did some things right.
And now, new memory sounds of future wall-echoes come as one little and one not-so-little grandgirls run memories up and down the hallway.
What memories will I hear years from now? What happenings will bring laughter? What happenings will bring tears?
Will those left behind hear the memories?
Did you ever hear a memory?