the hazy early morning light

seemed to forecast a normal type of day

but that was just not to be.

because later that day, under the same sort of light

my dad taught my 14 yr old

how to mow with

 the ride on.

he sat on my rock, with her younger siblings

and a few assorted neighborhood kids

to ‘supervise’.

the smallest of the onlookers

was by far the loudest as he chanted

‘go, go, go, go!’

trying his very best to be heard over the

roar of the engine, unsuccessfully.

and then, as if pretending

that this day which feels so monumental

(watching my oldest baby do such a ‘grown-up thing’)

was ‘just an average day’ after all,

things have wound down to quiet knitting

which is the ending of a lot of good days around here.

‘rock’ taken from 32:31 of deuteronomy.