When you read the three words in this post’s title, “All good things“, I’d be willing to bet your mind automatically filled in the remainder of the proverb with, “must come to an end“, didn’t it?
The funnest vacation you’ve ever taken eventually ends,
Your brand new car eventually starts looking like a used car,
Downton Abbey ended, and there’s no season 7. Sigh…
So when I discovered one of my favorite good things was suddenly gone, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I did feel sad.
My husband and I went out on our gravel road last week to shoot photos of my upcycled vintage bike.
After we’d gotten all the shots I thought I needed, I said, “let’s go down by the old barn and get a photo with the barn in the background.”
We passed a small field with corn just starting to shoot up.
We went by a pasture where cows often graze, and that’s when I discovered something was missing.
I looked ahead, where normally there’s a row of hay bales, and saw they were gone. I felt immediately disappointed.
I totally get that those old bales were too old to have nutritional value for livestock.
They added to the scenery on our road, and now they’re gone.
I’ve taken SO may photos of this view of our road, and I felt as if someone had stolen my scenery – even though they weren’t my hay bales and the property there were on doesn’t belong to me.
I wish I could say that was the only thing that was missing, but we walked past where the hay bales once sat, and this was what we saw next.
Yes, it’s an empty field behind an old fence, but that isn’t what used to be there.
The beautiful, dilapidated old barn used to be there, and it has been torn down.
All good things must come to an end, and I knew that old barn would’t last much longer, but I was so sad to discover it was torn down.
I feel like I’ve developed a bond with that old barn, since the first time I laid eyes on it.
I even shot my middle son’s senior photos by it.
“As Oscar Wilde said, “Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.”
Truer words were never spoken.
Each member of my family received one beautiful rose at my mother-in-laws funeral in January.
I’ve had them sitting in a jar in my kitchen, but petals were starting to fall off.
Like that old barn, I know they won’t last forever, but at least I’ll have the photos to look back at and remember them, while remembering my husband’s mother at the same time.
While I was at it, I decided to take more photos of the flowers my father-in-law sent me for Mother’s Day, because they are starting to wilt also.
I think knowing that all good things come to an end helps remind us to enjoy each moment.
Vaya con Dios,