The new Polk hospital is just across the street — road, really — from where I grew up. From Daddy’s window, we can look out and see the yard where my grandparents’ house stood and beyond that the house I know so well. It’s such a calming sight, and I’m always struck when I step out of my car in the parking lot how restful it feels. Even the air seems to smell sweeter.
The first night we were here, the yard right outside his window was filled with robins. I counted 50 and know there more who were hopping about. They’d been attracted by pine cones with peanut butter that the activities lady had made and put up in the trees. Daddy, Larry and I had a delightful time watching them and singing songs about the robin who was walking to Missouri.
We’ve hardly seen any robins since then. The newness of the pine cone treats had worn off apparently. We’d wondered where they went…until we drove across the street. The robins, it seems, are a lot like my daddy. They prefer the non-hospital side of the street. They returned to the towering oaks of our yard, favoring less traffic and the sweeter air.
Hopefully it won’t be long before we can join them on the right side of the street.