Symbolic of the change that has slowly taken place at Granny's house at High Rock is the brooder house.
|It's here... |
Brooder house on left under the tree
The old brooder house was the warm, artificial "nest" for baby chicks brought to the farm from the hatchery--like this one---that was once in Denton.
There was a chimney and stoves inside to warm the babies if the weather was cold.
The brooder house was small and fell into disrepair as time passed with no more baby chicks to shelter.
And then one day/evening this spring, that limb from the big tree that sheltered the little building came crashing down and smashed into the structure. Unfortunately, the damage was too great and the structure too old...it was not worth saving.
Sadly, it sat in it's crushed state for several weeks. And then, on one of my last trips to High Rock, there was an empty space where the brooder house once stood.
The change makes me sad. It was just a building...but it stood for more...a time when Granny and Granddaddy were here and things were busy and good at High Rock and would never change.
Things on this temporal planet do change. We can hold on as tightly as we can, but change still comes. And we change with it, gracefully or not.
For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.