Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers
A glorious Sunday afternoon on the High Line in New York City - our family is walking off a delectable brunch on this perfect Mother's Day. The sky is bluer than blue, the temperature just warm enough with a touch of gentle breeze, and there are happy, friendly faces every where - the kind of day when you feel the time is right to put the house in the 'burbs up for sale and find something in the City ASAP. We wend our way at a leisurely pace, reveling in sights like these:
Every once in a while, we pause to take in this view and that sight. There are surprises everywhere: someone has arranged potted plants expertly on a window ledge - a profusion of geranium and pansies against a dull, grey wall; there is a roof top display of giant cut outs- ghostly figures in weirdly happy postures; here is an open window with a bowl of fruit within reach, and a sign that says (I kid you not) "Don't you dare!".
It is hard to believe that freight trains once hurtled across these rail lines - that these flower beds of salvia and cone flower and lavender were once covered with the soot and grime of commerce. The City has reclaimed a bit of Paradise, and today everyone is delighted to be a part of the scene.
We walk slowly, not by design but by circumstance - there are so many people, after all, and no one is in any particular hurry anyway. Our children have gone on ahead and suddenly I catch sight of them. They are leaning against a railing, bathed in sunlight and deep in conversation. One of them says something funny, and all three tilt their heads in exactly the same way and laugh. There they are on this Mother's Day, my three best gifts to myself.