Last Sunday we had an afternoon thunderstorm. It appeared out of nowhere when Maurice and I stopped for a few groceries on the way home from church. Poor Maurice volunteered to run and run is the key word here, and get the car so I could load the groceries at the curb. We arrived home to find a visitor…this turtle made himself at home right smack in the middle of our sidewalk to the front door. He stayed for quite a while….and then a week later, I spied him in my garden. It seems this turtle has found a home in my yard. Of course every time I saw him I ran for my camera and looking at the turtle reminded me of my childhood. When I was a kid we played with turtles. Back then it seemed that turtles were much more plentiful, you would always see turtles. I remember one summer when we were camping we found this big turtle and brought him home. We were always bringing turtles home and now they’re kind of a rarity. I reminisced about my childhood and stumbled on this poem that reminded me of days as a young child going to bed when it was still light out…do you remember that? Going to bed and it wasn’t even dark yet?
winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed
-Robert Louis Stevenson, Bed in Summer