School days, school days.....

....happy golden rule days....reading and writing, and 'rithmatic...
and what else did we need except an apple for the teacher, a hanky pinned to our dress, hair neatly braided and a bright yellow pencil? *VBS*
So simple then, so very, very simple.The excitement of summer sliding into the cooling days of autumn, the first blush of color on the maple leaves. Dry, tired worn out grass and a senses of anticipation. The county fairs come, and go...a sure sign that summer is nearly over. The fruits of the garden harvest glow in bright glass jars, proudly bearing ribbons of many colors. Crisp veggies grow limp on the their judging plates as the days slip by. The fattened, prime animals have been judged and counted and found worthy. Another chapter is ending...summer, soon to be a memory. And then that long awaited day...coolish, sunny with shadows, a new freshness in the air, and off in the distance, the telling call of the old bell in the tower. Ringing to summon you back to the classroom, to pencils, books, spelling tests, the smell of paste, chalk, newly waxed floors and varnished furniture. It's all so familiar once you've passed the first year of school. It becomes a thread woven into the fiber of your being. Always another autumn, always another first day of school. Even ancient hearts stir with excitement and memories as that big day approaches. Perhaps it is not so for everyone. Perhaps it is different with males. I can only speak my truth. And every year, about this time...in the far distant part of my memory, rises a sense of change coming. Of new beginnings, and old continuings. Of leaves to scuff through, and apples to crunch. Of creaky schoolyard swings, and the strange metal smell of the slide on the playground. Of lunch room odors drifting up and outward. All the parts of that particular 'piece' come drifting up from my mind's scrapbag. Dig in your scrapbag today and see what you can find...*S*
And buy yourself a bright new pencil, in red or blue or green, or maybe even yellow. Strange,in adulthood, how we grow away from the idea of writing with a pencil. Draw a picture, write a note, make a heart with Billy loves Susie written there, just for fun! And sing outloud.."school days, school days..." Dare Ya!!!