This poster was just outside my cabin
"Life is a banquet and most fools are starving"
I thought it was appropriate given the circumstance.
I had intentions of feasting on all of these
wonderful books on my sabbatical....
But mostly I watched my fire crackle and fade,
And crackle and fade....
and crackle and fade...
And when the sun came out to greet me,
as it always will....
And felt the sheer joy of the hand of God.
and his creations.
We stopped by dad's on the way home.
He had watched my children for three
days, made a year supply of homemade bread
in my freezer and his scrumptious soup....
These are grapes that are still hanging
on cold weak vines.
Hanging with such grace and beauty,
They inspire me to hang like that when the weather
Then we came to Grandma and Grandpa Smith's home.
She had prepared a lovely dinner.
Food is a funny thing, we tend to love
through food. It is strange and simply ironic
to me, that even though my body will only
process 2-3 bites at a time, I am nourished
more than ever before.
Grandpa Glenn made Savannah a bow and a quiver.
I love that man. He is like Daniel Boone...John wayne
and Elvis in one simple kind package.
He Has raised a good son. A great son.
And Kathy. Oh my sweet Kathy,
how I love you.
How I love the way you love me and my children.
Yes. Life is a banquet.
Don't let it spoil.