Today, the temperature got up in the 50’s! I got so excited that I could comfortably spend time outside, that I over did it a little. I put Minnow on cattle, worked him a bit and then went for a nice long lope. I cleaned all of the paperwork off my desk and went through it creating a pile to file and a pile to toss. One of the chores I chose was to wash my heavy coat since I wasn’t going to wear it today. I spot treat the cuffs, they are always the dirtiest part, and as I turned the coat over looking for more places to treat, little objects started dropping out of my pockets.
A leaf, a crumpled paper towel, old nail, reading glasses, a fossil and chapstick. It took me back in time.
I was reminded of walking to the back door of my grandparent’s house and grabbing whichever of their jackets was lying across the washing machine. As I would walk down the back steps, shoving my hands into the pockets, I could feel all the little found objects nestled down in the further most reaches of the pocket. I remember finding a slightly used kleenex, a feather, some birdseed, maybe a piece of chewing gum or a twist tie. My grandmother might have had some Carmex.
That memory brought a pleasant contentment to the end of my day. After my evening walk, I lie in the grass behind the house and listened to the norther blowing in. I caught glimpses of the crescent moon between clouds. Tomorrow it will be snowing again. I feel warm and cozy in my memories. When I’m a grandparent, I might leave a oreo in there.