Yesterday I sat on a rock, my feet in the cool water, looking up, then down creek at the beautiful shade over the rushing water. My camera was in hand as was a slice of white bread that I carefully balled up into tiny crumbs and tossed into the water at my feet. I laughed as the minnows flocked, tickling my legs as they scurried to be the first to eat the tiny morsels. Taking lots of pictures, trying to get just one that was in focus and could capture my delight, I must have stayed there for 30 minutes enjoying another aspect of my labor day week end.
It was a good afternoon. Terrence and I worked together, picking up and burning large quantities of sticks and limbs laying around the property. Later I took hot dogs, apples, fancy colored marshmallows and drinks, out on a tray, for us to enjoy around the fire. We sat there until dark, eating, reflecting and enjoying the fire and the life we have made for ourselves, trying to appreciate it to it's fullest.
Earlier in the day we visited with our friends from down creek, Willard and Cherie, and their son Barry. Barry has terminal cancer. We all were trying to enjoy the moment of just being together, but a sadness lingered as Barry's wife and 14 year old son put on brave faces. Willard and Cherie just celebrated 50 years of marriage together.
I ask for your prayers of peace and hope.
I guess that's all I have to say about that...except...
Carpe' Diem! (Seize the Day!)
1 comment:
Good holiday.
Willard and Cherie still look the
same, except you can see sadness
in their eyes.
Too bad that two of your mountain
neighbors are facing sad times.
Will say prayers for both the
Olivers and the Sissoms. I know
the fear she had, because I have
been in her shoes. I didn't have
it to worry about like they do before hand.
God bless us all.
Mom
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