Same Sky, Different View

About a week ago, I was out on my back deck with my daughter-in-law, Dani, and my little granddaughter, June Bug. I am contemplating moving from this house and I’d actually like to do it soon. At least before the next mowing season.

We were admiring the tall cornfield in my backyard and she mentioned how quiet it is back here along the woods and field.

Yes, there are advantages to being here. But the yard wins. I can’t take care of it anymore. Anyway, that’s a topic for another day. Maybe.

I treasure sky gazing but have neglected that for the last three months along with the sun, summer breezes, or anything else related to nature for that matter. I’m still trying to find myself after losing someone who was such an important part of me. Nature still exists, but it’s not beckoning as it once did…even though I know God is there. Nothing feels the same or even looks quite the same. I didn’t realize the strong connection between him, nature, and me. Another topic. Maybe.

I happened to look up at the sky. September and October skies are just so blue. That day the sky was amazingly beautiful and unique. It was as if a big bag of cotton balls burst and covered that autumn blue.

I had to take pictures. Often the sky makes me think of the wallpaper in Andy’s bedroom in Toy Story. I shared that that with Dani.

She stood there admiring the sky too. Then she spoke. I wish I could say she was thought the clouds looked like puffs of cotton candy or the stuffing falling out her grandmother’s hand-tied quilt. But no. She said it reminds her of the skin on your kneecap.

Um…what?

She repeated it. It looks like the skin on your kneecap.

What???

She said she has always thought that since she was young.

We laughed and I asked her to say no more. I said I can’t let her visual interfere with my child-like view. We laughed again.

I look at the pictures I took that day and cannot see what she saw, but skin on kneecaps rings through my head and I can’t unhear it. Toy Story…Toy Story…Toy Story…

It’s funny how we all look at the same, simple things yet so differently. I guess that helps to make our life more interesting and colorful. Maybe when she looks up she’s now thinking Toy Story. That, in my opinion, would be a good thing. 😊

Enjoy this day. It’s a good day. ♥️

Andi