I spent the Saturday afternoon at my brothers. His home was built in 1910 by our ancestors. Going there brings a certain nostalgia and spirit. It was a beautiful afternoon, sunny with a cool wind and sculptural clouds floating about. I pulled in the circular drive around the giant blue spruce between the barns and flower gardens, parked my Tang, and met my brothers wife picking cherries in the orchard. I followed the flower path down into the orchard and started to pick this tree full of bright red, tart, delicious cherries. We conversed and shared a simple but special time and then my brother joined us. As we all together picked these cherries, it was also of a time of being together, one purpose, in unison, enjoying this simple but in a time when all of nature is in harmony and peace. The Spirit was amongst us, I noticed the moment I was driving up the long and narrow path to the home. We finished, and sat my the pool admiring the weather, flowers and the songs of barn swallows and many other birds, and rabbits scampering in the grass. What a beautiful day and I thank my brother, and his wife and most of all God for this blessing. I opened my eyes, and I did see the Glory of God!
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 01:10:50 +0000
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