Legacy of Land
My cup runneth over. While it’s not uncommon that I take on almost more than I can make space for, this time I’ve bitten off enough to push me beyond the rim of the cup.
The grand daughters are here. I’m traveling again next week. And deadlines are popping up like mushrooms after a nice rain (which we still have NOT had, only a teasing sprinkle yesterday afternoon.)
So here’s one I’m thinking about, and if you have ideas, send them on SOON!
The NRV Land Trust asked me to write a piece from a child’s perspective on land conservation, and include two pictures. (My day includes having the camera and two small girls outside a lot!)
So I’m working on this approach: A young boy of maybe 13 is staying with his grampa on the land his father grew up on. He’s appreciating the richness of the rural setting (versus his suburban back yard and house-upon-house norm.) He’s learning his way around the woods and fields, able to call a few things by name that his playmates back home do not know or care to know. He’s feeling the freedom of wide open spaces, learning the smells of country mornings, and getting some hint of legacy and appreciating the continuity that comes from the fact that the remaining 100 acres from the larger family farm will be there intact when he grows up and maybe has his own grandchildren come to visit.
I don’t know if this is going to meet the needs and expectations of the Land Trust (and also possibly a parkway-related organization) but I’m enjoying writing out of my usual first-person point of view. Deadline is 3 August and I’ve promised a draft a week prior. Shakin’ it here, boss.