Today, I have passed the house I used to live when I was young. The house looks pretty much the same. What surprised me is, the plants that I grew.
It was a new developed area when I moved in. Trees were young. Today when I drive pass the street, the feeling is so different. The trees are getting much bigger and taller. It is not a new developed area anymore. The feeling is so special that I have to write it down and recall it some years after.
When I pass my old house, it looks familiar yet different. The trees and plants are at the same spot they used to be almost 20 years ago, while they all grow bigger and taller. The cedar in front yard was not even up to my knee, it is now taller than me. A pine tree there used to be a foot tall, we used to say we will decorate it as a Christmas tree when it is grown up, but we couldn’t, the tree was too little. Today, the tree size is right to hang Christmas decorations on.
The crabapple tree at the back yard was barely the height of the fence, I still remember it was a hot day when I planted the tree. The dirt was hard. I was sweating hard while digging the hole. The tree is now 2 stories high, blooming beautifully like it was before in spring.
And I recall the moment of them all.