Quiet

We are living in the house my husband grew up in. The house his parents built when they resumed their life 'after the war'. The house has a peaceful easy quietness to it today, but I still find little reminders of our 'Labor Day Sunday'. Someone left 'Mr. White's' cowboy hat out, and there are a few other toys laying about that I'm sure neither 'Grampaw', nor I (Grammaw) have been playing with today...and I'm sure our fifteen year old son hasn't been playing with them either-- smile. The crickets are playing their violins here and there. No matter what we do they seem to hang in there coming back to play their music day after day. The sunshine has been pleasant, and for the first day of September it seems like autumn has been here for pert near a month already.

All but our son and his wife, who live in Japan, joined us for Sunday afternoon. Some joined us at worship services, and that always makes our Sunday extra special. All but one of the fifteen grandchildren came to visit.

The sun shone, and there was just enough breeze to make it pleasant. My father-in-law was out for the afternoon. My husband's brother and his wife joined the fracas long enough to get to see and hold all the new babies, and share their photos from their daughter's (our niece) wedding with my daughter.

I'm hoping my daughter and her family are almost safely home from their weekend back 'home'. It was a long trip for a short holiday, but we enjoyed it, and were so glad they came.

"This doesn't seem like much of a holiday," son comments at breakfast this morning when he asks what we are doing today. I guess picking crab apples and working in the garden wasn't the sugar plums that were dancing in his head during his dreams.

But it is a quiet day with all of the above coming to pass. I am finishing up what looks like a half a ton (slight hyperbole) of crab apples now. The boys (as my cousin calls the 'men folk') are out trying their hand at fishing. They have been in to help son/brother number three pick his pears early this afternoon, as well as working on our home projects, so a little 'vacation' is in order.

I end up with five and a half quarts of the prettiest pink crab apple-apple sauce setting in the jars on the counter. At least that many to be done in the morning, as well as the pears and who knows what tomorrow (and the garden) will bring. Right now? The crickets and the locusts are still singing, and it's time to go to bed. Good night John Boy--Smile God Loves You!

Psalms 133:1-3 Behold, how good and how pleasant it is For brethren to dwell together in unity!
2) It is like the precious oil upon the head, That ran down upon the beard, Even Aaron's beard; That came down upon the skirt of his garments; 3) Like the dew of Hermon, That cometh down upon the mountains of Zion: For there Jehovah commanded the blessing, Even life for evermore.

Praise the Lord, and hallelujah!