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trees and fields

// March 11th, 2007 // flickr, TN

This is the landscape in the Natchez Trace area of middle TN. Trees and fields everywhere you look. In another season, there would be crops of feed corn here and there, but it’s still exactly as I remembered it. Trees and fields. The twisty 2 lane back roads still show the daily tractor abuse and mobile homes are tucked between the trees with chickens roaming free by the roadsides. I still feel overwhelmed by the memories that washed over me during the long drive to and from the cemetery. I know that I will never be there again. My mother will return for Decoration Sundays, but I am closing that chapter of the novel that is my life as soon as I write down a few random thoughts.

One Response to “trees and fields”

1. Reality Me » Whchall find winda leave da house says:

   March 13, 2007 at 8:42 pm

   [...] Great Granny was honored very well at the chapel service. She was loved. The preacher gave a wonderful tribute. We celebrated her life rather than mourning her death. Her mother passed when Maedelle was 10 years old so she helped raise her siblings yet still managed to put herself through school and college at the University of Tennessee. But Cathy says all that better than I possibly could in her tribute posts and stories (none of which mention vaginal dryness): This is a part of life too, Spending the weekend with family (live and otherwise), Trees and Fields, You know you’re in the rural south when…, Even worse than a poop story, Random scattered thoughts, Small small world, Children and funerals, and Finally, the cemetery. [...]