Sunday, July 28, 2013

Saturday Supper

On our way to Saturday supper this week,
we spent about an hour at beautiful
Caddo Lake State Park.
Even though we are several hundred
miles north of Evangeline country,
this area reminds me of South Louisiana
and the Atchafalaya Basin.
Come along on our walk and see if you agree.
I have added a few lines from the poem
Evangeline by Longfellow that come to mind.
This is the forest primeval.
The murmuring pines and hemlocks,
 bearded with moss, and in garments of green,
indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic.

Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs
of the cypress met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air
waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.

Water-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulations
made by the passing oars.......

Deathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the herons
home to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset.

 Can you see the pirogue gliding through the
water bearing Evangeline on her journey to
find her Gabriel?
I found myself reading again their story so familiar
to the Cajun people of Louisiana
after I looked at the pictures we took.
Once again, we returned home, not only refreshed
in body from a good meal, but refreshed in
spirit and soul from the beauty
of the world God so graciously gave us to inhabit.
Hope you enjoyed our drive and your weekend was
also filled with beauty! 
Until next time,
(These photos were taken with David's little
point and shoot camera so they are not as sharp.
We didn't start out with this destination in mind...
I know! I should never leave home without my camera!)

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Wishing and Hoping

Really hoping these lovely thunderheads
provide a shower this afternoon.

I did my part, I went through the
car wash on my way home from church :)

If that doesn't work, we watered the grass yesterday.

So now, it is up to nature.
 Rain or shine, it's a beautiful day.
Until next time,

Sunday, July 14, 2013

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens;

 but often we look so long at the closed door

 that we do not see the one which has been opened for us."

                                                                       Helen Keller



The open doors in one of my favorite old
houses still standing in Dixie.
I always think about the folks who have lived
here and wonder if they knew just how blessed
they were to have lived and raised
their children in the country.
Remnants of lives lived and stories told still
paper the walls in this humble home.
Each year, more of the little house
falls into disrepair. I imagine the memories
will live on long after these walls cease to speak.
It's a reminder to be thankful for the happiness
each day brings. When one door finally closes,
 looking with anticipation to the next one that opens,
all the while remembering the good things learned
from the past.
Until next time,

Friday, July 05, 2013

July 4

A Perfect Day
Porch sittin'

Sparkler twirlin'
God bless America, land that I love!