Every winter since my granddaughters were able to skate, their Dad floods the yard into a huge skating rink, complete with lights, and music. It’s a fabulous sight. Their friends come over and join for hours of good healthy outdoor fun.
My heart is full as I watch them and remember our skating days of old. How we had loved the skating pond behind our farm that somehow our Dad ‘rebuilt’ every winter. It was just as thrilling as the last, however, as we grew, the pond seemed to shrink a little each year. Watching my granddaughters laughing, racing in circles, teasing & pushing for lead, with their friends & cousins, all refreshes my memories. Fun is … fun! True, it has changed from my childhood, but in some things…not. Cheeks still get rosy in the crisp winter air. Eyes sparkle, mitts get soaked, toes tingle and coming inside for hot chocolate with marshmallows is deliciously timeless.
In today’s world, if you can still find joy in some of life’s simple activities, then consider yourself truly blessed. You are one who still appreciates the goodness of where we are, and all that we have around us. ***
Autumn was past, the first snow would fall,
We tried to wait patiently, for Dad to call:
“The pond is ready! Grab your gear…
The ice on the pond is smooth and clear.”
Our skates had been sharpened, and polished like new.
Mom pinned on warm mitts, knitted scarves too.
“HURRAY!” We’d shout, bundled head to toe.
“Awe, come on, Mom, Just let us go!”
So many clothes were going to get in our way…
But we dashed to the pond, on a Prairie winter day.
Dad always stayed near, within sight of us.
He knew otherwise… Mom would lecture and fuss.
He gathered dried branches and lit a small fire…
Knowing it wouldn’t be long, before we got tired.
Along with us came hot cocoa and cake.
I never knew then… Life long memories we’d make.
Our noses were tingling, as we welcomed the heat.
We sat on the logs and rested our feet.
We giggled and teased…About who skated faster.
Smiling, Dad said: ‘We woke all the animals up…with our laughter!
I can still feel the warmth of that cocoa going down…
While Dad changed our mitts, before second round.
Then off we skated, revived galore.
On a perfect prairie day. Never thought I’d want more.
Then came a whistle, a wave of Dad’s hat.
Meant the time had come… We had to go back…
Old Shep gave a bark, then led home down the track.
Leaving all leftovers crumbs…For the animal’s snack.
We turned once to get… One last look at our lines
Some nice figure eights and squiggly designs.
Just a small skating pond, not far from our place…
Where we all grew up…In our own Prairie space.
Next time when the snow is gently falling, don’t close the drapes. Bundle up and go out walking. Better still, pull out those old skates and head towards the rink. I guarantee there will be happy young people there who will help you get going. (I know this for a fact) I dare you to tilt back your head & catch snowflakes on your tongue. They will make you laugh out loud! Seize the moment. It’s right here.
Thank you to my family & faithful readers. Until next time this is Memory Lane @ www.pagesofmymindblog.com