What Dads Do

The other day I went on what started as a nice, simple, relaxing walk. However, I soon began to discover a variety of dainty wildflowers in the woods. I thought that I could control myself and only pick a few. The air was warm and I felt as content as a cat sleeping in its favorite spot in the sun. Nature was helping me de-stress and my mind began to wander to good memories. I remembered the funny things that we did as kids and wondered what it would feel like to do a few of those things again. We climbed trees, picked blackberries, and caught grasshoppers. My Siamese cat Siam also caught them with us. But he always ate his. Yum.

Much of my child summer was spent in the mountains where our boat was docked. This was way back in the day before cable TV. Rarely, was our little TV ever able to pick up a channel. At nite, if we were lucky, we could get a radio station. So, I took walks and picked wildflowers. Sound familiar?

Presently, as my thoughts continue to wander, the miniature bouquet in my hand has somehow started to grow and I know that my Dad would like this little floral arrangement. I start to smile as I remember the things that we did together. Like the 2 of us launching our 22 foot Signa. How do Dads know how to do these things? He changed the flat tires on my bike (that seemed to happen weekly), kept me stocked in art supplies, and got out the crow bar to lift the grate when my baton inevitably rolled down the sewer. Now that's a dad for ya. I never gave it a second thought when I yelled "Daaaaaad!" There didn't seem to be anything that he didn't know how to do or wouldn't do for me. Happy Father's Dav. One Love and Peace from your Quirky Artiste!