An Unforgettable Trip (Part 1)

When ever I see the snowfall in the spring. It brings back to mind a very special memory, and the lesson learned of friendship and sharing! It was a late March morning and my girlfriend and I woke in the old lion head iron barred bed in Grandmothers guest room. In my mind the lion heads on the bed were there to protect us from the boogie man and things that go bump in the dark of the night. They kept us safe! And as my girlfriend rolled over and looked at me. She said, whew! That was a close one! But, the lions gobbled up the monsters once again! I playfully pulled the covers over her head as we laughed. Glad to know she shared my thoughts of our protectors! The air of the large bedroom was chilly. As like knowingly the rest of the huge rustic farm house of Grandma and Grandpas, would be. Which made us both slow to rise out of the comfort of the bed. The sound of the milk truck coming up the drive, made us reluctantly get up. The damp musty odor of the house quickly hit our nostrils and awoken our senses and our excitement for our surroundings. as we slowly crept down the squeaky narrow staircase, turning and leading to the living room. The glorious smell of the old wood burning stove, being fed by Grandma, came to us. Grandpa was sitting in his rocker, smiling to him self. As he gazed out at the morning sun, streaking in through the kitchen window. He smiled and sighed as he said. Springtime sure gets me fueled up! And just in saying so, he suddenly passed gas. Laughing away, rocking back and forth. As he did so.