The greeters in the parking lot of the Blenko Glass Company visitor center in Milton, West Virginia. The geese and ducks approach together looking for food. They got very close. I was nervous, but kept my cool.
But wait! This was a writing prompt, not a picture prompt.
I was out and about myself today. I got together with a couple of friends and went to an amazing craft show. I connected with another writer and we exchanged contact information. My friends and I ate fair food, talked all day, and were impressed by many amazingly talented artists: Glass works, wood carvers, papier-mache, leather workers, painters, photographers, soap, food, and wine crafts etcetera.
Seeing the lathe working and the furniture builders reminded me of my father. Crafted metal sculptures of hummingbirds remind me of my parents and the many days spent talking on their back porch watching the hummers at the feeder. The name of the writer I met is the nickname of my mother.
I’m not sad, but feel my parents are with me. It is because I carry my parents in my heart, and when I see the things that remind me of them, I am not sad, but grateful they were my parents. They weren’t perfect parents, but they did the best they could, and I love them for it. They raised me to be a loving person. Good enough.
Conversation of the day ran from old friends, and since I didn’t know many of them, it was really a history lesson of the community. We talked about our children. We talked about the area drug problems and how drugs have touched our lives, and the lives of those we know. We touched on the stress of the current political season.
But mostly, we just enjoyed each others company and a beautiful day of friendship together.