Today was that perfect day which sometimes opens before us like an unexpected gift. These days are so rare, here on the prairie in northwestern Oklahoma, that people stop mid-stride, scan the horizon and take a slow, deep breath. The blessed wind has died down and there is just enough chill in the air to invite a saunter in the late afternoon sunlight. Winter birds of all feathers have arrived and are talking back and forth, sharing news, greeting old friends and relations. Oh my.
Ladybugs, flies and mice are trying desperately to find any entrance into the house. They know the cold, which is being held in abeyance far to our north, will soon come cascading down the flat plains across Canada and our neighbors to the north. Snowy winds will howl and sweep these crunching leaves from the gardens. The chickens are padding about with muddy feet, having dug deeply in search of sleeping insects. They too know what awaits, even though this is their first Fall. They can feel something different in the air, something bright and brittle.
These past couple of days I have spent visiting with friends, listening to stories, sharing memories, reaching out to clasp hands and share tears of understanding. Mission work I call it. Work that helps the one who gives and the one who receives. Last night I dreamed of my Danny again. He came and stood beside the bed and, once I woke and noticed him, bent and gave me one warm kiss on the mouth. Ask and ye shall receive. *sigh*
I wanted to share some pics of Audie and her wee boy, here for the day on Saturday.
To make things even better, Uncle Able and Aunt Kari came by for the evening and had a campfire and s'mores in the early darkness. I missed that last part, being in The City, visiting a friend from years and years ago. Good times all around. We press on, doing good as we find opportunity, sharing joy and sorrow, looking into the eyes and hearts of friends.