Feeding Friends

I thought I would post another portrait today...this one being my husband, Gilles feeding his "friends." I took this photo on December 29, 2011. 
This was one of many excursions we took down to Fishing Creek, which lay just a bit below my former home in Mill Hall, to have a visit with these little guys. When I lived there, one of Gilles' favorite things to do was to walk down the hill with a bag of treats to give to those creekside residents, his feathered friends, the ducks. 

I reached inside the box of us,
eyes tightly closed shut...

Enie, meanie, miney, mow...
catch a memory of long ago.
If it pains me let it go 
enie, meanie, miney, mow.

I grabbed a handful from the box, 
excited to see them all again. 
Decided to ask them to stay 
for lunch and a glass of wine.

We sat and had a lovely visit
on the deck overlooking the pond
feeding the ducks with bits and 
pieces of our pleasantries.

So much to sit and chat about, 
warmed by the mere presence 
of an afternoon spent remembering
all the reasons why we had planted 
our seeds together and grew life 
from the uniqueness of our love. 
Having no remorse, no regrets for
the beauty that painted the walls
of our once upon a time together.
Laughing out loud at the tender 
moments that even now make me
catch my breath, I stare at 
them eye to eye with the same
clarity as yesterday's rising sun. 

A slide show of images dance before
me gracefully on the pond alongside
a family of ducks waiting for another
tid-bit of memorabilia to nibble on...

until there is nothing left to feed
them. 

Shelly Price, Feeding The Ducks