In the late afternoon, after a day of hopping from one yard sale to the next, we arrived at my parents’ home in Dean. I introduced my friends to them and many volunteered to shell peas as it had been a day of harvest in the garden. My mother had made us all a delicious dinner with other fresh vegetables, so we soon all chowed down on that, which was the start of everyone falling in love with my parents.
After dinner we all explored outside for a while, with Andrew climbing a tree, before I got the notion that some of us should go biking. We filled tires, put on helmets and soon Nathan, Jana, Allison and I were hurtling toward a back road. Nathan, being the wuss he is, gave up as we reached that road, but the remaining three of us went for a fair way before turning back.
When we returned we headed out for a campfire, complete with roasting marshmellows, dogs and apples. I hadn’t been at one for a long while, so that was one of the highlights for me, though being home in general was very nice. Oh, I must recommend roasted marshmellows and chocolate sauce if you are ever without the pieces needed to make smores.
After watching Buckaroo Bonzai for a healthy dose of campy sci fi, everyone went to bed. It was an odd arrangement, with all of us arrayed in the basement, and there was some odd movement. Chris ended up going upstairs to the living room to sleep because Andrew was snooring. Then Andrew and Allison went up there because Pam was breathing like Darth Vader. Chris, of course, returned downstairs.
At five in the morning I found myself unable to return to sleep so I let Gwen know I was going for a walk and left the bed. In the light of the moon and intermittent street lights, I made my way through Dean, the community where I grew up. There was a naked quality to the homes and land, as though lesser light let me see them with clarity.
I continued my trek by turning off onto a road that leads up Lemmon Hill, a place settled originally by my family. Today my family has blueberry fields and maple woods there. I walked the road into mists and saw to my left the cemetery where my grandparents are buried and recalled the warmth of their presence as I passed. There’s no way to ignore my history when I step through that land that formed me early on.
Eventually I made my way to the sports association and spent some time in contemplation on the bleachers, on a swing and on a merry-go-round. In the quiet I greeted the morning light before returning to my parents’ home at seven.
When everyone had gotten up, Gwen and my mother prepared breakfast for everyone. Because we’re a maple family, we had pancakes with Lemmons’ Maple Syrup, the finest syrup that can be had.
Soon we were on the road again, hitting yard sales as we went. Later we stopped at Mastadon Ridge in Stewiacke before dropping by April’s sister’s place in Enfield.
My spoils from the weekend were two monster speakers, a string of amethyst and hematite, a suitcase and a few other small items.