Strawberry Wine

There are many manifestations of aging that others can see, such as the physical changes that are exhibited in the banner of my blog …

The Blogger at 30 is on the right

The above images reveal what 45 years of walking around on one’s face can do, but what cannot be seen are the many and varied changes that take place in one’s mind as the years plod on. Many of those changes are simply a result of retrospection via an older lens honed by experience.

I chuckle at the insights shared with great pride in social media by, say, 20-somethings, insights derived from a youngster’s life experiences that are intended to enlighten old people automatically characterized by these child philosophers as not being woke. In a fit of pique, I did address this in a post: You’re Poking the Wrong Guy.

Some insights can withstand the test of time, albeit seen through the changing focal point of the lens of time. There are attitudes that have influenced how I’ve lived my life for whatever deep-rooted, emotional reasons there might be to explain it. For example, it seems as though the pursuit of and the experience of being in love seem to have been more important than anything else in my life. No matter the challenges and pitfalls I have encountered during that search, what I have experienced being with my BFF for the past two+ decades allows me to confirm that, for me, searching for love has been well worth the effort.

The blogger and his BFF

Girls Retrospective and Girls Too (Part 1 and Part 2) are posts that deal with this in more detail.

If I had been into country music when I was a young man AND if Deana Carter had been recording at that time in my life (I had turned 18 a month before she was born) there is no question but that I would have wanted to spend the rest of my life getting to know her really, really well. I share this because not long ago I heard on the radio one of her more popular recordings, and it calls to my mind an earlier time when falling in love was more significant than anything else.

Click on the link for info about Deana Carter

Strawberry Wine

He was working through college on my grandpa’s farm
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
When one restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
It’s funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine

I still remember when thirty was old
And my biggest fear was September when he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste
Of strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine

The fields have grown over now
Years since they’ve seen the plow
There’s nothing time hasn’t touched
Is it really him or the loss of my innocence
I’ve been missing so much

Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
Strawberry wine
Strawberry wine

Strawberry Wine written by Gary Harrison and Matraca Berg, sung by Deana Carter