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Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Mom comes to Crickhollow
Yesterday, Harriet, my Atlanta sister-in-law, and my 90 year old mother came for lunch in the country. It was a good visit stretching from lunchtime until evening with time spent in the garden admiring the herbs and flowers and ignoring the weeds. Mom is pretty sharp for a nonagenarian. She wants one of everything for her garden when I get ready to dig up and split some of my plants and she was fascinated by the moonflower vine. We chatted in front of the fire sipping wine and eating pie until the light began to fade, discussing our histories, our relatives, Sunday's sermons in our churches, and what was coming up for us next. After they left for Mom's home I sat outside watching the waxing gibbous moon rise over the trees and waited for my darling husband. As I watched, I saw his truck move very slowly down the drive, occasionally stopping. When he finally parked beside the house he explained that a very large red fox had been walking in front of him all the way down the drive. When he neared the house the fox turned and looked at him then slipped into the forest. He reckoned that what I thought was a young cougar was actually this large red fox. Maybe...or maybe it is a shapechanger. The Cherokee, from whose people I claim some of my genetic makeup, believed that the fox brought healing. As I continue to find limitations in my stamina I am glad to have been blessed with the presence of a fox.