Out Of Gas

I knew this would happen.  I would get busy with shows and neglect my blog.  I would pour all of my creative abilities into melting glass and there would be nothing left to start a fire of words. Truth is, I've been blessed with a run of really good shows, but it does take its toll.  

Still, here I am in the big woods for my monthly visit/duties at my Mama's house.  And although I took her to my house today so I could log some much needed torch time, once we returned, there was nothing for me but down time.  

Just me and my Mama and her long ago memories.

And mine.

I know there won't be many more weekends here.  One day she'll be somewhere else, whether it be up above or a place not far away with people like her, and this place I'm at in this moment will no longer invite me.  

But for now, she's still here so I'll keep driving down here and soaking up the memories. 

I took exactly 100 pictures outside late this afternoon.  Old things in the far reaches of the yard.  

A sign on my Daddy's shed I gave him many years ago.

A red rosebud because it's almost Mother's Day and when I was little, my Mama cut a red rose for me to wear to church on that day.  If your Mama is in heaven, she said you had to wear a white rose.  I was so glad she only planted red rose bushes.

Being here I'm reminded that sometimes life and obligations can overwhelm you and if you aren't careful, its vines can wrap tight around you, choke you with its tendrils and make it hard to breathe.  Grass grows thick and long and creeps into the flower beds.  Then one day you look for a way to mow it and prune it all away but the lawn mower has been long neglected and forgotten, and being out of gas is the least of its problems.

Then you spend a good, quality day with your Mama and realize that's all the fuel you need.