Shadow of My Father

Wow what a hot weekend. I have stayed inside for a good part of two days now and am feeling a bit cranky. I was able to get out with my camera a little yesterday before it got too unbearable but only took enough photos to leave me wanting more. After sitting out on the patio waiting for the hummingbirds to notice their new feeder, I started looking around at all the cool shadows this scorching sun is casting about. Out of nowhere ( well not really nowhere, it is Father's day), I began to think about my dad.
I was HIS Shadow. It was an every other weekend, product of divorce, relationship, so wherever he was on those weekends, I was right behind. I learned a lot this way. I crawled under cars to chit chat during oil changes. I shoveled compost (ewww the smell) while he tended his garden. I sat on his knee during poker games, and carefully stacked his chips. and let's not forget fishing.  And from all these shadowing times I learned. Yep I think I could change my oil if I had too and had his tools.  I can grow a garden and have one now, and I could most certainly play a mean hand of poker. I still love to fish but very seldom go. It's just not the same anymore. For all these things I am grateful. Thanks Dad for making me a shadow of who you were.

So to lighten my day, I headed outside to see what shadows I could find..

                                    

                                      You taught me how to ride a bike

                                      

                                        Our Saturday Tools.

                           Peppers growing in the garden

                                               

                                                  AND MY HAND WITHOUT YOURS TO HOLD