One-hundred and seventy-eight miles Northeast of my residence, lies a small Oklahoma town. Outside of town is an even smaller slice of country life; a blip on the map. Therein lies my home of childhood, at least most of childhood. It is different now. The trees are taller, the windows more obscure behind the smoky glaze of age.
Knickknacks have come and gone, although some still stand their place of posturing on the shelf. The carpet replaced; from laminate, to shag, to wood. Bathroom faucets spray from an unfiltered spout in a rough sideways fountain. The kitchen window no longer overlooks an in-ground pool. The pool long filled in. The back-yard tree canopies the view, casting over the window, a green filtering sunlight shade of leaves.
The small shrub plants a foot tall are now tree size.
The country made Bees love them.
Such beauty at work.
In harmony.
In peace.
Maybe they see you, and wonder your purpose as well.
A happy cottage beckons it’s promise of playful cheer.
Spring flowers long past their bloom bake in the sun, awaiting the turn of season.
Three hours of driving to sight home. Three hours to revel in the brisk nature, city sidewalks just don’t encapsulate. Sentiment, and wonder alive through the lens.
Joie de vivre cradled in a ripened era.
I, literally, could not put my camera away.
Home, not just from the dusty gravel road, but from the 55mm lens of grown-up aspect.
Quite different from the adult perspective, huh?
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Exactly!
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Lovely post Angelia, it must be very nice to return to what was your childhood home. My parents have moved three times since I left home and a part of me wishes I could go back to the house I grew up in, but it was not the idyllic retreat of your childhood.
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Well, it is different. We didn’t have a play cottage, nor the numerous dog pins. No giant shrub brushes the size of trees, with HUGE bumble bees. The pool is covered in. The country is beautiful though. I do miss that. I can’t imagine not having it.
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Written with such savored sentiment and seasoned retrospect. Just beautiful; and the pictures are the icing on the cake.
Heather
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Thanks Heather, it was the first time I had my new camera since I went home. I loved it. 🙂
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I look forward to going back to my childhood home. My outlook changes when I am there. I become that little girl!
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I like being that little girl and also seeing how BIG things have grown and changed. It’s a wow factor!
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Oh how I LOVE those photos that you took!!
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Lydia- Thank you! My mom has a lot of unique things in her yard that I just adore.
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Ahh! It all looks so lovely. those bee pictures you captured are awesome.
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Those bees were incredible!! I had my short lens so I had to get close and my mom tells me their stings are really painful! But I couldn’t help myself. There were about six bees (that I could count) on that butterfly bush.
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Ah!! What great pictures!!! Love it! Beautiful place! What a nice place to grow up in.
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Thanks Heather! It was great. I never realized how much I appreciated the country until I moved away.
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Beautiful photos.
What a nice trip that must have been . . . down memory lane.
And, by the way, uh . . . I should say, “Country Made Bees”. We DO NOT have bees that gigantic here! OMY! Those things could carry away small children!!!!
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Thanks Terre! HA! Carry away small children! That made me laugh. Yes, they are friggin’ HUGE. You ought to see the horse flies!
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Beautiful photos! OK ain’t so bad lol. I agree w/ the poster above me. I’m scared of the Okie bees!
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You know I love Oklahoma! The bees were too busy to worry about me. But if I had gotten stung, it would have been a different story. Haha.
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What a beautiful blog! I love your pictures! We have friends that just moved to Tulsa. You’re pictures give me a different taste of where I thought they were. Thanks & Happy Cleaning!
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Leslie,
Thank you! My brother lives in Tulsa. It’s actually a lot prettier there than the town I was in. It’s more hilly and has a nice river through it. It really is a great place!
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Beautiful photos and sentiments. I feel so much comfort in your site.
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Thank you Jean. It’s comfort for me too. I don’t want to miss anything. Life is too short, ya know?
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Nice! But the bees give me the creeps! Brrrrrrr…
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Ellen,
You and Jason! He feels the same way. Said if he had gone, he wouldn’t have gone near that flowering tree!
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Lovely post. Your childhood must have been great in these surroundings…
I wonder what I’ll fell like getting home to my parents after I moved out…
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Andrea,
It was really nice in the country. I’m sure you will enjoy your visits back once you move. Something about all the knickknacks and decorations from growing up days – bringing to life – precious memories.
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Glad you’re enjoyin yourself!! I miss regular reading…just saying! I really do love what you do with a camera!!
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Missy,
I miss you too! I am getting around I promise. I bet my camera would love where you live in Washington! Those trees…..mmmm.
After the honeymoon, we may have to come back your way again.
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Such a lovely post and the photos are just gorgeous.
Makes me miss my home town.
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