My dad and I planted an elm tree in the front yard in 1984. I drove past the old house last weekend to see how things were growing.
Standing tall in front of 220, still holding most of her foliage late into autumn. Towering over the house that was once our home.
I’ve watched that tree grow for forty years, the last fifteen of them as a visitor. The elm’s canopy covers the entire yard and shades the front porch from the afternoon sun.
Just like my dad had planned.
I often dream that I park the car and walk under the elm and into the front door. I have a sense of security, but know that it won’t last. I don’t belong there. Everyone is gone that once lived there, but no one is around, so I become a squatter and look for the comfort of my old bed.
I always leave before I get caught or before my dad comes home.
Today is Dream Destination Day. My dream was once England or Scotland or France. I always wanted to retire to New Orleans and become a writer. Maybe a small farm in southern Indiana with a farmhouse and a small barn.
Nowadays my dream destination is The Edgewater Beach Apartments with a mid century style apartment. I want to be near the lake and in the neighborhood where I first lived.
Do you have a dream destination?
Do you have something from your life that will outlast you?
The weather guy here at The Morning Chalkboard is calling for an overcast day. Seems the fifty degree highs are settling in on time before Thanksgiving.
Climb over the hump and find accomplishment today. Someday your legacy will leave something astounding
