Wednesday, April 12, 2006
This tiny toy holster hangs on a cabbage palm that grows next to my long sandy driveway. In the back of my mind, I know it's there, but each year I seem to forget about it until, while picking up branches, or clearing brush...I rediscover it.
I never touch it or move it. I just trim away the smilax and smile because it's still there...right where he left it years ago. The leather's green, the buckle's rusty, but there it hangs.
I was trimming the driveway trees that day, countering my forest's efforts to close this pathway to our house. He was everywhere...mostly in the way, cracking me up with his commentary, asking a question a minute, clicking that pistol at imaginary enemies. At some point, he took off the holster and hung it on the palm tree. There it has remained...through heat, humidity, ...even hurricanes.
While it hung, the little boy who left it finished elementary school, got chubby, entered middle school, got lean, grew taller than me, and will start high school next August.
At 14, he's still cracking me up, but I have to use my old FLETC take down techniques to kiss him goodnight.
Out on the palm tree, down by the driveway...a tiny toy holster hangs, marking time.
Posted by R.Powers at 7:30 AM