Underground Memories

There’s something going on underground in my garden…

mole

Yes, I appear to have a mole.  I’ve only ever seen an actual mole once.  Unfortunately it was dead after my grandfather shot it as a form of pest control on the farm.  Apparently you look for the freshest mole hill and shoot in to it because the mole is usually underneath.

I’m looking for a way to stop the mole digging up the garden without actually killing it!

My grandfather died 20 years ago last week.  I think I’ve spoken about him before on this blog so apologies for repetition.  However, the incident with the mole was one of the things I remember about him.  I also remember that he made amazing fried eggs.  I remember him buying us footballs every week and eventually buying us an expensive one that lasted forever.  He used to come round every Sunday lunchtime and wave to us out his kitchen window every morning on our way to school.

Somehow, I also remember one time when he was looking after me and my brother.  I don’t know why I remember because it seems innocuous.  We were very young and running round a tree stump under Grandad’s arm which he held out as a barrier for us to go under.  It seems bizarre that I remember that.

One of my biggest fears (other than birds!) is forgetting things or not seeing them again.  I had an extreme case of this as a kid where I was a hoarder for a few months, as much as an under-10 year old can hoard!  I used to associate songs with things so I wouldn’t forget them.

And little things, like the mole, do jog memories but what do you do if those incidental items or events remind you of things you’d rather not be reminded of?

So this is where it ends, the road we took together
Turn another page, however and forever
We only got one chance, the seconds are fading
Under the moonlight, we’re wishing the same thing
I wanna remember, remember this moment
Remember this moment, remember this moment

Tonight, I’m thinking it’s time
To burn it all down before the rest of our lives
And it can’t last, so never look back
Give me your heart and I will give you my hand

Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
From making all these memories
Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
From making all these memories

Another line begins, I wonder what comes after
Knew we’d be the same, or be in different chapters
We only got one chance before it’s all over
Under the moonlight I want you to hold on
We’re gonna remember, remember this moment
Remember this moment, remember this moment

Tonight, I’m thinking it’s time
To burn it all down before the rest of our lives
And it can’t last, so never look back
Give me your heart and I will give you my hand

Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
From making all these memories
Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
From making all these memories

This is it, we’re never getting that back
I’ll admit I’ll always become partly hers
(One last night to remember)
This is it, we’re never getting that back
I’ll admit I’ll always become partly hers
(Let’s take this world together, now)

Tonight, I’m thinking it’s time
To burn it all down before the rest of our lives
And it can’t last, so never look back
Give me your heart and I will give you my hand

Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
From making all these memories
Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
From making all these memories

Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
(One last night to remember)
Cause nothing’s stopping you and me
(Let’s take this world together)

Memories by We Came As Romans

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