(Author’s note: Sorry for the lateness, folks. But this is what happens when you start working at 6A-2:30P shift. You don’t get to stay up and be #1 on the list. That’s okay, though. Y’all still get me anyways. Enjoy today’s fictioneers, while I get back to finding a new place to live.)
My Father In Me
by Miles H. Rost
“Once we get these raspberries up on wires…” I started to say.
“…we get to working on moving the lemon verbena out of the corner. It’s annoying,” Dad replied.
“I just thought that. I really don’t like that shrub. But that leaves room for the quince, right?”
“There’s no quince over there.”
“But the leaves popping up over there are clearly quince.”
“Really? Let’s go look…”
We walked over to the corner of the yard. Kneeling down, he took up the stem and leaves.
“Well, son, that is definitely a quince.”
“I know. I picked up on it from you.”
It can give a person a jolt to hear himself parroting his father’s expression. But what REALLY gives you a jolt is when you hear your children parroting the expressions you never should have used. 😉
Ain’t that the truth! Thanks for stopping by in May! 😀
Like father like son. Excellent.
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Which is another good song. Lionel Cartwright for that one.
I love the way the discovery of the quince illustrates their connection. And thank you for the beautiful country song. Perfection.
Country is one of the types of music that my dad loved in days of old. I’ve started to take some of it on myself.
I loved that it was the son directing things…beautiful!
I know of many sons who lead. Many times they do great, many times they do not.
How lovely that father and son enjoy such a bond. You gave us a nice ‘slice of life’ story.
It’s especially big because he loves his son for being his son, rather than because he’s special. 🙂