Lean in a little. Listen carefully. Ssshhhh. Listen. Do you hear it?
While out and about on my walk today, I started thinking about why I enjoy this time of year so much. It is an unpredictable time of year. We’ve had rain with the occasional sunny interludes throughout the day. I’ve been outside several times today, and never know what kind of weather I might walk into. At least it isn’t snow yet.
The rain has returned, and it looks like it’s here until tomorrow morning. It’s chilly too. It would be a good day to light a fire in the fireplace. I have been slightly (just oh-so-slightly) tempted to turn on the heat to take the edge off the chill and damp, but I can’t bring myself to do it on a day that is still counted, according to the calendar, as a summer day. Besides, we recently pre-paid our heating fuel bill for this upcoming season of cold, and that stuff ain’t cheap. I’m going to be investing in fleece and other things to keep warm this winter.
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings.
~ Terri Guillemets
This was originally set up as a scheduled post but we have a few minutes this morning before we have to catch the train home so I figured I’d go ahead and post.
The photo is another from September 29th.
Yesterday we went out to visit Mom, so to speak. She’s not really there, of course. It’s just her grave and the place where her body now resides. Dad wanted me to see the permanent grave marker which, as you may recall, was not in place when I was there in April.
It was a beautiful day to be outside. M and I took a couple of half hour walks throughout the day just to enjoy it. I almost complained about the heat of the sun at one point but stopped myself just in time with the reminder that we are not likely to experience many more days like this once we go back to the Bogs. Clouds rule the late autumn and winter months.
On our way back from the cemetery we stopped off at the church where I was baptized in 1959. I don’t know how many times I have passed that church and never knew I was baptized there. Dad happened to mention it on our way to the cemetery. He also showed us where Mom lived when he was dating her and the first place they lived when they got married. He told a few stories about me. Apparently I did not like grass when I was a toddler. I refused to walk on it. Funny. Now I love to walk in the grass. Barefoot, if possible. Maybe I was worried about hurting it.
I took photos of the outside of the church and might post one when we return home. As we were walking around the outside a man who was working in the church invited us to come in. He introduced us to the priest there and Dad explained why we had stopped. The priest showed us around. The worker who let us in had just built a new altar for the church, hand carving all the woodwork. It was beautiful work. Amazing, really. The church itself is 130 years old and suffered from some structural problems (buckling) that they managed to repair quite nicely.
I’m glad we stopped. I’ve always wanted to see the inside. The stain glass windows are dazzling. It’s not a very big church but it is packed with simple, beautiful statues and icons. They are getting ready to restore the Stations of the Cross which have been peeling and chipping over the years.
The afternoon was spent watching the Gamecocks beat the Crimson Tide (football — on television). Now that was a BIG surprise. Being USC fans (for good reason — M graduated from there and I was a student there for a year), it was a well-received surprise.
My sister and her husband did this yesterday. I see they are having an event in Ohio next year. It kind of looks like fun, and my sister and her hubby had a blast getting muddy and climbing around. Might be worth considering if I really feel the need for a challenge (and a viking helmet).
Today’s outdoor adventure took me back to the park near the hotel where we stayed. The morning was sunny, clear, and a little chilly. M and I jogged a bit and then played on the exercise course. Someday, if I practice, I might be able to do one chin-up. Today I actually jumped high enough to hang from the chin-up bar. That’s a vast improvement over the other day when I couldn’t reach it. (Go ahead and laugh. I did.)
I’d better wrap this up and pack up the computer. It’s almost time to head to Philly, return the rental car, and hop on the train. I wonder if the trees in the mountains have gotten a little more color in the past few days?