Just Across the Street

Salix

Salix brings her own self-contained mix to the Bough family.

As a reader of legacies, one of the elements that most draws me in is the succession of generations. I love meeting the children of each new generation, watching how they carry on family resemblances and ways of being, and also seeing their own unique contributions of genetics, traits, skill sets, aspirations, and essence.

As a legacy player and Simmer, I often fall in love with the current generation–and then, rather than celebrating the movement towards new, I try to freeze all changes to prolong my enjoyment of the current moment. I’m not ready to let the next moment come, for I fall totally in love with the current moment, often just as it is in the process of becoming the past.

Linda

“That’s often what we do as elders… we slow down time to savor the moment.”

In life, I often notice that as soon as I recognize a moment’s sweetness, that’s the time when the moment is passing. For decades–even since childhood–I would try to keep that moment from fading, holding onto it, then doing whatever I could to regenerate it or recreate it after it had passed. In midlife, I’m learning to open my palms to let the moment go. I’ve learned that it will be replaced by new moments, each sweet in its own way. Now, when that recognition of sweetness comes, it prompts me towards gratitude, appreciation, and acknowledgment. The sweetness, like the juice of a peach, is the signal that the moment has become ripe and ready to drop from the tree. Sip the juice and let it fall. New blossoms will open, new fruits will form, and each will bring its own sweet moment.

Linda

Gardening teaches us living.

Madrona and Lamont have decided to move into Manzanita’s mansion across the street. They’re expecting a child, and Madrona wants to raise their baby in a home that feels entirely theirs. She wants their child to be the crown prince or princess of the castle, not the cousin spare. Plus, she’s looking forward to preparing meals in the gourmet kitchen that Manzanita and Eleanor installed. Lamont wants to be the man of the home, rather than the other man–Madrona’s mailman. And, out of respect for Aspen’s feelings, he feels it’s best to live in a home where he can openly share his affection for his wife without causing pain to the woman who first caught his eye. Plus, with Poplar now rolling whims to flirt with Lamont, too, everyone in the family is starting to feel like the simplest route to harmony is through a reduction in the size of the orchestra.

Lamont

“I knew we’d make it first try, baby.” |  “Plum. I don’t feel so hot.”

The rest of us realize–with gratitude–that we’ve tasted this moment’s sweetness, and it’s time to make room for the new. We know we’ll see Madrona, Lamont, and their royal offspring often–they’re just across the street.

They moved early on the morning of Niko’s birthday–see you at the party, guys!

Immediately, we felt everyone’s mood lighten! This sudden shift in dynamics is making the route to happiness instantly more direct.

Aspen

“Suddenly, my whims feel so much more manageable!”

While Niko and Poplar were at work, Aspen met a few of the replacement mailmen–not for her, of course. For Poplar. Just in case!

Aspen

“Don’t look now, but I’ve got deja vu all over again!”

Niko came home from work so riled up. One of his clients refused to pay for this marketing piece he’d written as a freelancer. It’s stuff like that which really brings a struggling writer down. And on his birthday, no less!

Niko

“Just imagine this is his face–isn’t that what they say? Plum. I don’t want to hit anybody. I just want to feel better.”

As soon as his mood lifted, Aspen called everybody over for the birthday party, and while they waited for the guests to arrive, she and Niko had a few moments alone.

Aspen

“I met two mailmen today, Nik. Neither could hold a torch next to you!”

It was like every party–and it was a party all its own.  We danced.

Poplar

Poplar’s got such a unique style!

We talked.

Madrona

Madrona has terrible morning sickness.

We snuck off on our own to play video games.

Poplar

Poplar’s got secret loner trait.

We blew the party horns…

Aspen

I’ve never seen anyone blow the horn so hard!

We made a wish…

Niko

PLEASE… wish that one of your kids will roll goofball!

And after the guests left, we did the dishes.

Aspen

That’s the smile that makes daisies bloom in my heart!

The next morning, I noticed that Niko seemed more blissfully peaceful and joyous than I’ve ever seen him. Sure, the woo-hoo glitch is fixed, so he’s got spectacular going for him.

I’m thinking, though, that he’s savoring this particular moment in all its juicy sweetness. Yeah, we know now that means this sweet moment is getting ready to end. But we’re not worried. We’ve got a whole succession of sweetness waiting to roll down the pike.

Niko

“I’m free…. free-fallin’.”

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