Lately
I'm fighting my way through a rut. Today it seems easier to do so, to smile and breathe deep because the windows are open. The sky is deep, deep blue. The mountains that make up our twisty turny horizon are purple navy and so clear you could just reach out and touch them. A chilly stiff breeze is swirling green leaves through the air and onto the ground, leaves that haven't even had a chance to turn a color yet because summer lasted for ev er.
But it's finally here, and long sleeves and soup and cold in the lungs are joy-inducing blessings indeed.
Hello, fall.
Can't forget about the county fair, a big a deal as always, having a bit of classic Americana just a few minutes down the road. Canned peaches and baby chicks, tractors and food trucks, homegrown southern rock bands and deep fried donuts. Not as many rides this year. I think they traded some to have a pretty impressive circus at one end of the grounds. But we rode the heck out of the Ferris wheel and I made extra sure to steer clear of the swings. Lesson learned.
Fabulous fun at the fair.
Then just this week, Michael came through. Just a tropical storm by the time it reached us, it dumped several inches of rain and flooded just enough roads in our area to close schools early yesterday and completely today. Last evening as the trailing edge of the storm passed over our house, the sky turned yellow. Trey said it looked like an iPhone filter. It was weird and eerie and beautiful all at once, and in it appeared a towering, perfect rainbow.
As hurricanes so often do, in its path this one has left us with a perfect day, cool and clear and the very opposite of humid. As the boys doodle around the house grunting their boredom and brazenly ignoring the gift of freedom they've been given, I wiggle my toes in the breeze and thank the Lord for always bringing us through storms of all kinds.
But it's finally here, and long sleeves and soup and cold in the lungs are joy-inducing blessings indeed.
Hello, fall.
Can't forget about the county fair, a big a deal as always, having a bit of classic Americana just a few minutes down the road. Canned peaches and baby chicks, tractors and food trucks, homegrown southern rock bands and deep fried donuts. Not as many rides this year. I think they traded some to have a pretty impressive circus at one end of the grounds. But we rode the heck out of the Ferris wheel and I made extra sure to steer clear of the swings. Lesson learned.
Fabulous fun at the fair.
Then just this week, Michael came through. Just a tropical storm by the time it reached us, it dumped several inches of rain and flooded just enough roads in our area to close schools early yesterday and completely today. Last evening as the trailing edge of the storm passed over our house, the sky turned yellow. Trey said it looked like an iPhone filter. It was weird and eerie and beautiful all at once, and in it appeared a towering, perfect rainbow.
As hurricanes so often do, in its path this one has left us with a perfect day, cool and clear and the very opposite of humid. As the boys doodle around the house grunting their boredom and brazenly ignoring the gift of freedom they've been given, I wiggle my toes in the breeze and thank the Lord for always bringing us through storms of all kinds.
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