It occurred to me this morning that this is my last "wake-up" in Marysvale. With the love I have developed for this little town and the people in it, I was almost afraid to think that thought. I want to think happy thoughts now. And so I am doing just that.
A couple of weeks ago, I had gone to my friend Pam's house to borrow who-knows-what; she'd give me the shirt off her back, but I don't remember now why I went.
As I was standing at the front door, I listened to the creek bubbling past her house. I love the natural water feature that flows just to the side of her home, and asked if I could come back to take pictures. She invited me to come in to see the view from her screened-in porch.
It had been a busy day, deep-cleaning the house I've called home for these last four years. My thoughts were jumbled as I considered all I needed to do to get ready to move, and all I was leaving behind: the beautiful home, the panoramic views of the Tushar Mountains, the creek, the woods, my canyon...my friends.
When I stepped into the porch area, the sound of rushing water met my ears. I walked over to the screen, peering through the mesh, and was immediately overcome with emotion. I couldn't help it. When I knew I couldn't stop the current flow of tears, I turned to Pam, and apologized.
"I'm just going to miss all of this. All of you."
Marysvale is full of good people. My friends would do anything to help, no matter who you are or where you're from. I have come to love this eclectic group of people. If I have learned anything here it is that the more involved you become, the more you love where you live. My friends have encouraged me to get out more, and it has been such a great experience...the book club, the Ladies' Luncheon, the camera club, the church dinners.
When I went back later that day to take pictures, I detected movement behind me as I was walking by the creek. It was Grandma the Deer! There were four deer on Pam's deck, and the younger deer scattered as soon as they saw me, but Grandma made her way slowly down the hill to where I stood. I had to back up to get pictures of her with my telephoto lens. The last time I'd seen her, I had fed her tortilla shells. I didn't have any food for her this time, and I felt bad. I'm sure she was hoping for another snack.
|Grandma came to visit at my friend Gayle's house one night while we were enjoying a dinner party.|
|Grandma's ears set her apart from the herd.|
|How can I help but smile at this sweet, little doe?|
Thankfully, I am not moving that far away. It's only 25 miles up the canyon. I will be back to see my friends, and they know they are always welcome in my home. The lessons I've learned about friendship are ones I will take with me when I leave. As I start this new chapter of my life, I feel so blessed to have so many sweet memories of Marysvale, and know that new friends are waiting for me just up the road from here. So long, Marysvale. You've been so good to me.