I don't need to tell y'all again how busy the summer was. At one point, a get together planned for the beginning of July had to be rescheduled for the end of August.
When the day finally arrived, the temps were breezy as we meandered about our friends' homestead.
I remain completely enamored with their old brick silo and quintessentially rustic barn.
We ambled through small creeks, delighted over an old railroad trestle and rejoiced over apple trees, squash and zucchini.
We chatted about roosters, piano teachers, instant pots and just life.
We munched on the sweet fruits of summer.
We found sumac, mint and and brown-eyed Susans.
We marveled over a water snake stalking its prey and frogs and toads torpedoing away. As we watched little fish knowingly swim by this snake's repeated ambush, we spoke with our Blossoms about staying far away from sin. The little fishes that were his lunch reminded us that if you fiddle with sin, you'll eventually fall... or get eaten.
'Twas a pleasant and picturesque afternoon.
