This weekend was the last weekend of summer, so naturally I packed in one more trip to see dear friends. My trip to visit was much overdue, and it wasn't until I saw them that I realized how much I've missed them.
Rosemarie, or Mz. Wag as I still call her, was my choir accompanist in college. We quickly became friends and have been so for the past thirteen years. She and her husband, Jim, are very dear to me. The weekend consisted of catching up, good food, nature, naps, a movie, church, more catching up and more sleep. It was wonderful! I couldn't have picked a better way to end this summer and begin the school year.
The Waggoners have a beautifully landscaped garden, on the lake, complete with every animal, insect and bug you can imagine. I encountered a family of deer on my morning jog, cranes inching into the water and a huge dead snake on the side of the road. Hummingbirds graced their windows as squirrels lept through the trees. Watching each of these animals made me feel very much a part of life, realizing how significant I am in my insignificance.
As I sat on dock reading and writing yesterday,