Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Flying brains & bottle caps (Treasure)

Logan and his brain

The husks of leaves crackle beneath our feet, trees mark our passing silent in their circles. A cold sun glimmer dancing the small wind stirred chop of the lake, peaks through the gaps in their trunks. Old limbs lay here and there and full bodies fallen to the elements or bug that made home inside their bark. We pick a path that winds to the low ground where the crystal creek spills beneath a wooden bridge to join that greater body of water.

"Treasure," my son opens his fist dropping an object into my proffered hand.

An white plastic bottle top, dirt between the grip. Thrown from a car window and carried by rain, or dropped by a hunter, perhaps just another passing this way, unwilling to carry it further. We have several adorning bottles of soda at the house, but this one was found in the wild and can be owned by him, which makes it treasure.

"Look, a brain," my other son holds up a fruit or nut found beneath a tree.

This is his treasure. More poke their heads from beneath the quilt of leaves and are soon found by probing fingers. They fly well and leave a sting when they hit, but the boys laugh as they throw or try to jump out of the way when one is coming. They race between the trees chasing each other.

I turn the bottle cap over in my hand measuring its edges, tucking my sons treasure into a pocket before taking off after my own.


written for Theme Thursday and Imperfect Prose.

98 comments:

Ruthiey said...

Family is really a treasure, isn't it? :)

Sue said...

Your boys are, indeed, the very best kind of treasure.

=)

Hilary said...

No better treasure than family.

Katherine said...

Our children are indeed the very best treasures ever gifted to us in life. This was such a beautiful piece to read Brian. I hope life has been treating you well... have a wonderful weekend with your darling treasures!

Pat Hatt said...

That really does look like a brain
Fun dodging treasures like rain
Although some hurt if they hit
Just a little bit
Yes you sure have a treasure
That one can never measure

Suz said...

Oh you are such a good dad
you already have found yours..your treasure
your boys
My granddaughter and I hunt
for bugs under rocks....

Fred said...

I really like these pieces about you and your family. The first treasure hunt I remember reading still is in my head, love the infusion of family time and creative adventure. Kids gobble that up in so many ways:) Great piece, thanks again for letting us all in

Tom said...

is it true that those hedge apples will keep your house insect free? they are impressive as far as seeds go.

Zuzana said...

Dear Brian, do not think I was ever commenting so early on any of your posts, usually there is at least 50+ comments when i read your writing.;)
Trying to catch up with my favourite blogs after a very busy week.;)
Lovely read as always, what is a treasure indeed, it is like beauty - all in the eyes of the beholder.) I know you have found yours.;)
Love the new profile picture.;)
xoxo

Eva Gallant said...

Their time together with you is the true treasure!

Eva Gallant said...

Their time together with you is the true treasure!

Someone is Special said...

It's a treasure brian.. Love it so so so much..

Someone is Special

Anyes said...

The hidden treasures of childhood are the best, even better when found while looking under piles of fallen leaves :-)

Tara said...

lovely!

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

"I turn the bottle cap over in my hand measuring its edges, tucking my sons treasure into a pocket before taking off after my own."

Hi! Brian...
What a beautiful moment [shared...between you and your sons] in your lives and a very descriptive, well-written prose..."too!

[What a very nice photograph Of your and Tara Miller's son Logan too!]

Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Lisa notes... said...

Something found in the wild and that can be owned by us...yes, sounds like a good definition of treasure to me.

Cloudia said...

wise post. . .



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The Silver Fox said...

Imagination is everything. Look at what any kid can make of a large empty box.

The Noiseless Cuckooclock said...

Nature is the best place for treasure.

and finding it with your loved ones is of most PRECIOUS.

e said...

Another lovely post and precious time with your sons.

Friko said...

Sounds to me like three boys were out together, having fun!

Mary said...

Beautiful, Brian. Sometimes children show us what treasures really are. We can learn so much from children.

Titanium said...

Spending time with those amazing kids of yours is a treasure indeed! So glad they see the world and its bounty of treasures through such clear and insightful eyes.

Heaven said...

Love it... their treasures, our treasures.

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

I love kids and their natural curiosity.

Goat said...

Taking a moment to record this. That is the real treasure. So much slips by and is forgotten. A savings account of sorts. For later. Lovely.

hedgewitch said...

Treasures indeed, Every moment needs to go in the pocket, so you can take it out later when they're obnoxious teenagers and console yourself. ;_) Just jokin. Treasure of a tale, my friend. (That brain looks like a horse-apple/hedge apple off a bois d'arc (Osage Orange) tree here where I live.)

Daniel said...

I lived the same adventure but from my daughter's perspective. She has a shoe box filled with all of the treasures from our many adventures together.

Betsy said...

They found treasures...you had a priceless moment. :)

Those hedgeapples really do look like brains! I hate how sticky they are. ha.

Magpie said...

Treasure hunting is always fun!

Ryan and Melanie said...

wow, love this post! Your boys are the treasure. :)

Daydreamertoo said...

It's always the little things that are the true treasure. Your boys will remember their days of finding treasure with their dad when they are older and have boys of their own.
Lovely!

Old Ollie said...

wisdom of children - really dig this style

Rachel Hoyt said...

I love hearing about your trasure hunts! Awesome brains. :)

ayala said...

Sweet :)

farmlady said...

A moment in time.... A memory forever.
Enjoy every minute, Brian.

SassyModernMom said...

Family truly is the best treasure:)

christopher said...

Yes...the memories are the great treasure...I guess that's why simple often rules.

Tara Miller said...

It's always fun to see what our boys find as "treasure". Your words here are beautiful - I love our treasure!

Kim Hyland said...

Funny how those we treasure help us see treasure where we would not otherwise. Beautiful words and imagery. Thank you.

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Brian, they are going to enjoy reading stuff like this one day!

Barbara Shallue said...

Loved sharing this moment with you and thinking about all the "treasure" I have stashed in drawers and jewelry boxes... bottle caps, rocks, shells...

Caty said...

Logan looks a lot like you. love reading about your treasures and treasured moments. :)

Arnab Majumdar said...

They might have nice treasures too, but you have the best ones in the family. You have earned the right to gloat about that now :D hehe...

I love the stories you tell about your family.

Cheers,
Arnab Majumdar
ScribbleFest.com

janae said...

I love these words strung together "my hand measuring its edges". Your living is so vivid through your words.

adeeyoyo said...

Time spent playing in each other's minds... imagination of children knows no bounds. Lovely that you can all be so close!

Kris said...

Definitely looks like treasure to me!

Tina´s PicStory said...

very important treasure!

oceangirl said...

Wish we still have the eyes of children, we overlook treasures. Enjoyed the lovely post of your lovely time with the boys.

♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫ said...

How sweet.. When we are small, we treasure even the tiniest of the things :)
I wish I could walk down a path with leaves fallen all around, and the autumn breeze blowing :)

Kateri said...

What a beautiful word picture of a father spending time with his sons.

Mrsupole said...

Hi Brian,

Years from now when you pull out these treasures the memories of time spent together will be a treasure shared between you all. And having a blog journal is an added treasure.

This was a nice treasure to share with us for this weeks Theme Thursday.

God bless.

Lorraine said...

I think he'd better off with your brain, find it willyou?lol I love this, today when I go I'm going to look for something on the street. thans for the inspiration and to your son too :)

SueAnn said...

Times like this are precious! Imagination and creativity...pure joy!!
Hugs

SueAnn

Valerie said...

Those treasures are worth their weight in gold but there's no comparison.

Dave King said...

Fab' treasure. How clever of him to recognise it as a brain! You have a genius there. Hang on to him!

Kate Hanley said...

That brought back so many memories of walking with my kids. Unfortunately, my son had a habit of picking up everything he saw -- even when not in the woods: cigarette butts, broken glass. I had to break him of the habit but only because I wanted to keep my treasure safe.

manicddaily said...

Very lovely. Really well paced and wonderful descriptive, and, of course, a wonderful subject matter.

I'm thinking back to things now! (I guess that means it's tremendously evocative too!)

K.

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Nice treasure hit. I can relate to both sides. Happy TT. -J

the walking man said...

Enjoy them now Brian because they will be in their 30's before you blink twice.

ladyfi said...

What perfect description of childrens' treasures -the greatest of which must be their wonderful imaginations!

Mama Zen said...

I remember collecting those "brains" when I was a kid. They do fly well.

Slamdunk said...

We used to love looking at fruit "brains" when we lived in another state. Glad you all take the time to enjoy each other's company.

blueviolet said...

I love how kids think everything is so magical and special.

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

These are truly beautiful moments. Treasure each and every second.

Madhulika said...

Wise words in this one :) :)

By the way.. I see a new profile picture :) :)
Its sweet :) :)

Heather said...

delightful family time! it really is the little things that are huge treasures! have a good day my friend!

Lolamouse said...

Your treasure is the time spent out there with your sons. You're a great dad!

The Cello Strings said...

A gem piece on treasure.

Sheila Moore said...

sweet

Steve E said...

Best teacher in the Universe--nature. Corollary is that parents are (should be) primary teacher to children.

Thank you, Teacher Brian!

Steve E

AngelMay said...

Kids to have an interesting way of looking at things, don't they? Nice post!

Claudia said...

oh enjoy the time with them while they're still small..at miri's birthday we were watching slides from 21 years..ugh..and for a moment i wished i could've turned the clock back and wipe their running noses again..smiles...sorry i'm so late..were two tough days..

sage said...

Children can show us what's important...

Rebecca S. said...

Nice. Felt like I was there, hunting for treasure, too.

happygirl said...

Boys and their pockets full of treasures. Sad sad washing machine. :)

Messy Marriage said...

I remember when my son's found a "treasure" in a bottle cap or nut. Now it takes much more to dazzle them! If only we all could have that childlike wonder about the world. Your prose is beautiful as always!

redemptionsbeauty said...

I think you, and your love of your boys is a treasure! Wondering if you have written a book Brian? You have quite a following and are such a generous fellow with your comments.

lori said...

I could read stories like this for days. I love that you are right in there with them. It's a shame when the wonder of childhood is lost. I remember roaming the edges of our neighborhood noticing every little thing. Those are some of my best memories, catching fuzzy caterpillars by day and lightning bugs by night. This is lovely. Reminds me to take time out to find unexpected treasures.

emily wierenga said...

ahhh, a beautiful snapshot into your family and your boys... i love that the one called his treasure a "brain"... such a boy thing to do :) a lovely piece, brian, truly.

Connie@raise your eyes said...

Yep, brains falling from trees...gifts left by woodsies obviously.

Ed Pilolla said...

a legitimate real treasure story.

myheartslovesongs said...

{smile} lovely!

ds said...

Oh, your boys are the real treasures! You didn't see the owners of those "brains" did you? That would have been creepy ; )

Whosyergurl said...

Brian,
I love this. As always...love your words. Love time in nature with loved ones. I return home with my pockets filled with treasures...fossils, leaves, acorns. I never tire of searching. Good job, Dad.
Cheryl

sheila said...

I adore this, this is just wonderful. *sigh* veryyyyyyyy nice.

Darlene said...

I love it that the simplest things suddenly become treasures when they are found.

4U2 said...

What a treasure! Of course he's happy!! Thanks fr your kommenatr, have a nice weekend!

The Orange Tree said...

A father's love is priceless,
Boys usually follow their Dad's footsteps.

Family is treasure indeed.
Happy Friday.

;)

zumpoems.com said...

Great ending.

Nice contrast to between your son living in the present and what is present is treasure -- and the adult world -- where treasure is not what is always immediately before us but what we pursue. Clearly your son is a treasure for you and I am sure your son views you as treasure!

Goofball said...

the brain is pretty cool

Joanna Jenkins said...

"More poke their heads from beneath the quilt of leaves..." Love that line.

And whether you're a longtime reader or a new reader to your blog, t's easy to see your family is your greatest treasure.

Cheers, jj

JeannetteLS said...

Clearly this touched many people, as your snippets and poems usually do, Brian.

But this made me remember emptying my son Jay's pockets before laundry. He was no more than ten. I found a long piece of twine carefully threaded through the hole of a safety pin's head--the latching end there.

I said, "Jay, I think I have one of your treasures."

"Oh, man," he said when I dropped it into his hand. "Thank you so much. I need this real bad."

"What is it, honey?"

"It's a fishing line, see?" And he unlatched it and sure enough. Plain as day. "But this way I can fasten it up and it won't rip my pants, or, like, I can put it on my shirt and I won't lose it!"

"Best invention ever, son. But we live in an apartment, so where will you use it?"

His eyes opened wide and the Huck Finn gap in his teeth showed. My kid was out of a book--curly auburn hair, freckles, and the teeth.

He smiled and said, "You never know. It could rain really hard and where it gets like a river and goes into the drain? Maybe fish! Or in the Hanson's swimming pool. You never know."

And he was gone. And he was right.

And I would NEVER have thought of that without your story, Brian, which all by itself was uniquely your boy and also every boy who is allowed to simply BE.

elizabeth said...

I have lots of treasures given to me by my grandson on walks like this.:)

Morning said...

this one was found in the wild and can be owned by him, which makes it treasure.


agreed, your son knows how to discover treasure from nature.

what a mind blowing treasure share.

:)

Syd said...

All kinds of treasure. I know that you treasure them.

william said...

indeed the apple of your eye is the boys and so it should be, a very proud dad..

deb colarossi said...

oh, this warms my heart so..

I count this space among my treasures.
Catching up after a long absence..