Sweet small town of happy respite: Waxahachie. Did you know places like this still existed? I did not. And I’m so glad they do.
Sunflowers and skie
s heavy with coming rain; let's go to the fireworks..!
Sunflowers and skie
s heavy with coming rain; let's go to the fireworks..!June was hotter than July is turning out to be. Is this normal?
We walk to farmer’s market on a Saturday; ten or twelve little booths along the small town square. Courthouse clock chimes nine. Book sale at the old historic library. We ooh and aah over old children's books, and wonder what the research-on-the-internet generation will miss by not having illustrated encyclopedias through which to flip and be transported...
We walk, and that means we get to have our vision bathed in green green green; the trees are blossoming , looks like…a Pennsylvania May. Cooler weather makes me see things I might normally not see…
It’s nice to chat with the man who grew the tomatoes you are buying. He tells us about 300 varieties of lavender, and going to the Texas lavender festival. “We had lavender and lemonade,” he says, and his grandson gets a bag out for tomatoes…
I see three people I know at one intersection of the 4th of July parade. But you don’t need to know anyone to have someone to say hello to. Everybody chats, and smiles. Two trailers full of World War 2 veterans ride by. We stand and clap.
Making a pillow cover from an old shirt... I find I have a lot of mending and projects piled up from years of busyness and coming and going…I'm not really capable of most of them, but it's delightful to try. And to get help. ...
An outing to the Vintage Market down in Forreston – it’s the only store there, really. John talks about old jazz, and Barbra talks about old clothes, and they knock twenty dollars off the price of whatever you are buying… and send you off with three CDs of great old music.
Comforting and being comforted. I think they know us at the Starbucks by now. By face if not by name. Iced coffee. Hazelnut…
I made a layer cake that slumped, but was delicious. Pineapple. !
'Bright Star' and 'Fantastic Mr. Fox' and many episodes of M*A*S*H. Writing thank you notes…
A wonderful book (Peace Like a River). Octavius Winslow.
Ballet beneath the stars on the grass in Fort Worth.
Dear friends. Sad soccer games. Bemoan the results with friends across the globe on Skype. This is the glory of the World Cup.
Parents, grandparents. Loving them. Sharing a few stories. Mostly being here together, now.
Looking back and looking forward. Photos of Jacare and tears for the streets. Plans for the Bronx, and great mysteries, too. Hurting and praying, trusting and hoping.
And packing lots of boxes. Because who knows when you might need this book or blanket?
These four weeks have been very different from the last four months. Those months were, too, sweet. For blessing comes in many colors.
They interplay and fade and grow, take turns in a human life. , no one less real than the others.
I won’t be staying here—it’s not my call-place; that makes it, really, all the dearer now. The Wood between the Worlds, you know,
is a world itself, too.
( Remember Aunt Beast in A Wrinkle in Time? And the planet Ixchel? (no, I didn’t remember the planet’s name on my own. I had to look it up.) )
I’ll just say thank you.
Thank you family, thank you friends. Thank you, Lord, for places that, for a time, are pitchers full of sweetness and reminders of tangible good. What grace it is that pours them out, for a while. faint echoes of great things to come. Call for songs of loudest praise.
These four weeks have been very different from the last four months. Those months were, too, sweet. For blessing comes in many colors.
They interplay and fade and grow, take turns in a human life. , no one less real than the others.
I won’t be staying here—it’s not my call-place; that makes it, really, all the dearer now. The Wood between the Worlds, you know,
is a world itself, too.
( Remember Aunt Beast in A Wrinkle in Time? And the planet Ixchel? (no, I didn’t remember the planet’s name on my own. I had to look it up.) )
I’ll just say thank you.
Thank you family, thank you friends. Thank you, Lord, for places that, for a time, are pitchers full of sweetness and reminders of tangible good. What grace it is that pours them out, for a while. faint echoes of great things to come. Call for songs of loudest praise.
