The forest made of weeds

One summer, there was a strange sort of seed that blew or somehow migrated into our backyard. The weeds that grew from those seeds grew into very tall weeds. The weeds were so tall and there were so many of them that the kids created a maze from them. I couldn’t see the kids or the tops of their heads when they played in that maze! I think Rebecca was about ten, so Rachel would have been nine and Joel five. They had so much fun playing out there. Dad finally mowed them all down with his little tractor, and I secretly hoped they would return the following summer. But they did not, and they never returned after that.

Advertisements

Author: everybodysdaughter

I'm an adult child of divorce, having been raised in multiple divorce/remarriage situations. I originally started writing here to shed light on the problems of divorce from the perspective of the child. I gradually started writing about the Catholic faith, and the blog probably is more of that at this point. However, there is overlap between the two, since the "shape" of the family is a triangle, which is a reflection of the Holy Family and the Holy Trinity.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s