Mothers everywhere sweep their front porches. It is where we put our best foot forward, where we bridge the gap between the hustle and busy chaos of the outside world with the comfort and security of home. Whether we have a dirt porch like this, or mat in the hallway leading to an apartment high-rise, we guard the opening to our home with care. When a commotion inside, or the sounding of footsteps on the threshold interrupt a mother’s task, sometimes the broom is left, tilted as if paused in action. The scene as first glance is dry and dusty, but great care is evident, even in the task unfinished. Mothers know that the cleaning can be left for later, because caring for her children is essential to making a welcoming place for her sons to pause. And even when those sons are grown, they always reside in our hearts, so a good sweeping becomes a loving ritual to welcome them back to their childhood home.
Happy Birthday Zachary!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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3 Replies to “The Threshold”
Thank you, Kwesti, for your enthusiasm. Thanks also for voting in my new poll!
Happy Birthday Zachary~!!!! ❤