100 – “Toil in the Soil of our Youth” My, Mother’s Rock Garden.

Published, 29 August 2019 by Mr. Charles Arthur Soule’:  revised 27 February 2022.

When, living at the top of Goff Hill in Auburn, Maine while attending the second construction of Edward Little High School in 1972. I had the opportunity and was asked by my mother to help her with a rock garden that she was constructing.

I help cut the sod, but once.

Yesterday, 28 August 2018 in a heat of 90 plus degrees.

I was aiding a friend by helping and taking orders from him in the reconstruction and restoration of his garden estate with rocks.

However, while working alone.  I how realized that my mother must have felt as my old body was ridged and taught by days end.

I had in some ways, become her.

Transformed, by my age and the pain in my fingers and body that were now being contorted by muscle cramps, back spasms and too much Sun.

I likened the experience too  I was thinking of the movie, “The last Emperor of China”. Once, seated on the throne of China as a child and then after the Chinese Revolution allowed to live . He was now to be a tiller of the soil ruler-master-gardener of the Chinese Forbidden City Gardens that he had once had ruling dominion over.

And I wondered what thoughts.   Raced, in his mind as to the thrown he once had and then was gone. Like, the opportunity I have to work in my mother’s rock garden.

What, was his thought as he toiled in the hot Sun.  Like, I was toiling in the soil for another in the heat.

My, thoughts for this day were of what a peaceful existence I was having in this Eco environment among the tall assorted pine tree, conifer trees, poplar trees, colored flowers, birds, and water splashing on the shore of lake Sabattus in Maine.   And, I was enjoying this with my new best friend a Chipmunk as he ate an acorn nut while he was watching my every move.  As I reconstructed placing the stones in the garden of my friend’s rock wall garden.

How, ironic that I after all these years have passed.  That I would after so many years realized that I had missed an opportunity as a youth to spend time with my mother.

As I was too much in a hurry to enjoy my life to do other things that I once could have enjoyed doing with my now 95-year-old-young mother and others.

If, only I had taken the time and not been so self-centered or absorbed with other useless things.

And, now I will never realize the joy.  I could have brought to my mother and myself as we could have “toiled in the soil of both our youth”.

Love-U: Mom.

NOTE:

Welcome, to views of the Great Country of  The people’s Republic of “China”.

NOTE:

Dedicated, to Steve and his companion at Sabattus Lake, Maine.
And, Micheal Connor, my 75 (now 79) year ‘s old brother in the Creator.