This morning I woke up thinking about the end of summer, and the last of the colors of the flowers that still dot my yard and the fields along the roadways. I know fall signifies color, as well, but fall sends my thoughts in an entirely different direction.
Part of our walk along the creek on Sunday took us past a white, clapboard cottage perched about 20 feet up a steep bank from the water. Some of the charm came from the stone paths and walkways, and the little arched stone ‘troll’ bridges dotting the yard. The steps into the house were also formed from natural stone, and it was totally inviting!
The house itself seemed to smile and wink with all the windows and little nooks and crannies. We took the steps down to the creek, which were made of solid stone blocks. The railing was painted green pipe that was the only thing between us and a hillside of undergrowth and tall spindly trees.
Sunday, early evening, we left a writer’s meeting and went hiking at Linn Run. As dusk was falling we wove our way slowly past the Mellon estates and watched for deer – saw 15! I think that was a record.
Last night I had the pleasure of going with Ron to his 45th high school class reunion. Although I didn’t know anyone there but Ron (and one previously-introduced friend), it was interesting to sit and listen to the conversations going on around me. Thankfully, our table were ‘entertainers’ and we had a lot of laughs. There were the standard ‘we’re old’ jokes and the ‘way back when’ stories that talked about party lines and TV antennas.
The highlight for me was when the DJ switched from the ‘Mony-Mony’ and the ‘Electric Slide’ songs into the mellow late ’60’s slow-dance tunes. Ron and I took advantage of the opportunity and I enjoyed every minute.
My reunion was last year, and it was such a similar format that I’m thinking maybe there is a book out there that everyone just follows. I knew the people, of course, but the conversations of ‘catching up’, who’s retired, grandkids, ailments….. Same! But last year the highlight was spending time with my two best-friends-from-highschool- and- still- are- the -best-friends Diane and Gen. It’s great to remember where we started, but even greater to enjoy where we are! God bless – happy Lord’s day.
The West Alexander fair ended as it began: Winners! On Monday, Peyton won first place for his quilt, and we are all very proud and excited. Wednesday Peyton and Logan were showing their pigs. One was named Ham Bone (I don’t know the other one). 

As I took my walk late this evening, I was contemplating my day. It was long and a little tough, dealing with things that were maybe harder than I’d like to deal with, and being disappointed in several things that were not going as expected.
So I let the peace of the day’s end wash over me, and appreciated the gifts of beauty, ‘clouds’, freedom of choice, and health overtake the disappointments of the week. I am SO thankful for my family, my friends, and a God who often has to remind me: Be still, and Know that I AM GOD!
The West Alexander fair is always the week starting with Labor Day. This year my grandson Peyton entered a quilt project that he had worked on – either scouts or 4-H, I don’t remember. But I know he chose his own colors, material, and pattern, and worked on the quilt diligently. He’s eight years old!
Even though it wasn’t the best of circumstances that propelled us into a trip to Albion, we had a lovely and blessed visit with our mom and step-father. We were able to bring John home from the hospital on Monday afternoon and see that they were settled and comfortable before heading back down I-79 to Greensburg.
As a little bonus treat to ourselves, we took a minute before we left to have a garden photo-shoot with Mom. There was peace and comfort in standing there with Mom, enjoying the beautiful fruits of her labor and God’s gifts before making the three hour trip home.
My sister Kathy and I had a wonderful day yesterday in Smicksburg with my Aunt Joan and Uncle Clifford at their farm. SUNFLOWERS! Dozens and dozens of them. UC picked a few for Kathy and I to carry home with us. Bright and cheerful and inviting. 
Today just a rising of prayers of thanksgiving and petition for my step-father, who was suddenly ill yesterday at his home in Albion. An ambulance trip to the ER thankfully eliminated the possibility of a heart attack (their first thought), but the staff are still doing tests to discover why he would have a little ‘spell’ just sitting on the porch steps.
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