It’s just a Lacrosse net.
12 years of a net.
Here in the yard.
Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . .
A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame.
A man now -whom we love and adore.
He brought Lacrosse to our family.
He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys.
A love grew.
Both boys played.
So did the college girl.
The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career.
Such a great gift!
That oldest farm boy bought a new net.
He painted the metal Orange.
He transformed the old and made it new.
He was so proud of his work.
For 12 years that net has been our lawn ornament.
Moved this way and that each time we mow.
A goal for games.
A practice net.
Until. . .
I see the net one day and think. . . someone needs to use this net.
It shouldn’t sit here any longer.
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy. . .”
Imagine my surprise when on a community board, dear friends of ours post that they were in search of a net.
They were hoping to check locally before they went to buy a new one.
I adore these friends and their sweet children.
I contact them and offer the net.
The young man comes by to pick up the net.
I hold the bars of that net in my hands.
The orange paint now peeling.
The net; well loved, will get used.
It’s just a net. . .
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. ~ Corrie Ten Boom