Our conversation had reminded me of my mom, we moved a lot when I was a child, so I have said, and no, we were not military or anything like that. My dad was a saw filer and we went where the work lead him, all the way through living in 6 different states, all of them had the Rockie Mountians in them, from the northern border with Canada to the southern border with Mexico. We would travel along and as we would pass a broken down shanty, cabin, adobe or old once stately mansion, my momma would say, "there is someone's gooder years". I learned over the years, as I aged, what she meant. She saw the abandoned weather worn place with all the love it once had in it. I soon began to see them all as places of lost love, God's haven of days gone past. I still do to this day. I never see them as someone's failure, but from a realistic point of view if they fell into ruin and became the remnants we see, lost and alone, maybe the people that lived in them left them in despair. I think that only the old building themselves really truly still know the truth of it, them and God. I, being a half full sort of person, still see their love of days gone by and hear the happiness of a little pig tailed girl running from a freckled barefooted boy chasing her with a snake or frog. Memories of love stir my heart to see them.....
I recently have begun to notice the Lilacs of the Rockie Mountains. Have you ever seen one standing alone in a pine woods forest? Did you ever see one standing along side an apple tree along the river confluence? Did you see the one by the mountain lake atop a mountain? God didn't put them there among the tamarack and the spruce, no, some woman brought them cross country on a wagon train, or in an old model T, hoping to add a ray of sunshine to her new home so far away from her people hundreds, maybe thousands, of miles away, back east, from whence she had come. She brought that climbing rose that now embraces a blackened lone standing beam that stands as a sentry alone among the pines in the woods. No one around, no buildings, no towns just the impression of a once trailing road where she last saw her beloved rose burned down, she never knew it grew anew in the spring to honor her passing through this valley so long ago. I know you can see them here in the rockies if you but look. My friend was wrong, sort of, the lilacs, the roses, the raspberries, apples and pear tears are here, just like back east in those forest, the only difference was that the pioneers continued on and never really tamed the land they had here, but their foot prints are on the ground they once trod if you but look. God sent them on, let them succeed or fail only the tattered and torn long greyed wooden sentinels, where they once called home, could tell you the tale, if they could but talk...... I hope God has given you "gooder years" a place where some day some one will wonder about the abode you leave behind.... and think of you fondly as someone from the gooder years.
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
I don't think Solomon was arrayed as beautifully as a Lilac either just look are there beauty today in the Rockies of Montana along the beautiful place that some one once lived......