I was pretty near sure, a time or two, that the mountains was falling down, but Granpa said they wasn't. Cracking claps of sound, so sharp you know something has split wide open-then the thunder rolls and rumbles over the ridges and back through the hollows.
No tree it is said full#
Heavy black clouds float over the mountain, and you run for the cabin.įrom the cabin porch we would watch the big bars of light that stand for a full second, maybe two, on the mountaintop, running out feelers or lightning wire in all directions before they're jerked back into the sky. The birds come down from the ridges and hide in the hollows and in the pines. “When the air gets heavy so it's hard to breathe, you know what's coming. When it ends, that's when the dogwoods bloom out like snowballs over the mountainside in places you never suspicioned they grew: in a pine grove or stand of oak of a sudden there's a big burst of white.” That's why some years there are no blackberries. This is to make the blackberries bloom and is called "blackberry winter." The blackberries will not bloom without it. Then, when April gets its warmest, all of a sudden the cold hits you. Mountain laurel with pink-white blooms and purple centers grow everywhere, from the hollows to the top of the mountain, alongside of the dogtooth violet. The smell is sweeter than honeysuckle and brings bees swarming over the blossoms. It breathes on the crab apple tree until white blossoms open out, smeared with pink. It will pass too quick.Īpril wind is soft and warm as a baby's crib.
He said it was exciting because something new was being born and it was sad, because you knowed you can't hold onto it.
Granpa said he always got that kind of mixed-up feeling. It's a good feeling, exciting-but sad too-in April rain. It whispers down soft and lonesome, making mists in the hollows and on the trails where you walk under the drippings from hanging branches of trees. “When the storm is over, the new growth, tiny and light, timid-green, starts edging our on the buses and three limbs. I see right out that I was going to commence trying to understand practical everybody, for I sure didn't want to come up with a hickor'nut spirit.” Natural, she said, understanding and love was the same thing except folks went at it back'ards too many times, trying to pretend they loved things when they didn't understand them. Then understanding commenced to take up, and the more you tried to understand, the bigger it got. She said the only way it could get that way was using it to understand, but you couldn't open the door to it until you quit being greedy and such with your body mind. If you used it it got bigger and stronger. Granma said that the spirit mind was like any other muscle. Granma said that when your body died, the body-living mind died with it, and if that's the way you had thought all your life there you was, stuck with a hickor'nut spirit, as the spirit mind was all that lived when everything else died.
then you would shrink up your spirit mind to a size no bigger 'n a hickor'nut.
No tree it is said how to#
Granma said if you used the body-living mind to think greedy or mean if you was always cuttin' at folks with it and figuring how to material profit off'n them. But she said we had another mind that had nothing atall to do with such. She said we had to have that mind so as we could carry on. You had to use it to figure out how to get shelter and eating and such like for the body. One of the minds has to do with the necessaries for body living.
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