This morning reminds me...
Of a family trip to the Virginia mountains in the spring. The sky was blue as my mother's eyes and spanned overhead like the inside of a snowglobe. It wasn't cold, but breezy enough to wear a fuzzy sweater.
We were driving along with nowhere in mind. We found an open market with wooden knick-knacks and the most delicious red apples.
Further down we saw a sign for a church bazaar. They were making homemade apple butter. Kids were running and playing games while the men churned at great vats of heaven. The women sat laughing while making their craft. The little white church just smiled.
Next few months, back at home and back to our usual routine, we'd all stop for breakfast. Sitting around the table, eating apple butter and toast. Remembering that day, on top of the mountain.
Of a family trip to the Virginia mountains in the spring. The sky was blue as my mother's eyes and spanned overhead like the inside of a snowglobe. It wasn't cold, but breezy enough to wear a fuzzy sweater.
We were driving along with nowhere in mind. We found an open market with wooden knick-knacks and the most delicious red apples.
Further down we saw a sign for a church bazaar. They were making homemade apple butter. Kids were running and playing games while the men churned at great vats of heaven. The women sat laughing while making their craft. The little white church just smiled.
Next few months, back at home and back to our usual routine, we'd all stop for breakfast. Sitting around the table, eating apple butter and toast. Remembering that day, on top of the mountain.
This entry painted a really nice mental picture