{in pictures} It’s the End of the Summer

range round-up

Technically it was the end a few days ago, but I spent the first day of autumn in Virginia and North Carolina for my husband’s grandfather’s wedding. I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow. I’ve let my photos stack up this summer instead of sharing them with you as it all happened, so here I am playing catch up. This is just a sampling, but I think it gives you a nice look at some of the highlights of the past season.

mamatus clouds


four o'clocks

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There is something

There is something about being here…
I find it hard to explain. Whenever I talk to people about going home
or the drive home and how it’s my favorite drive ever…
how the same stretch of road, northbound instead of south
is just
not the same,


I think I confuse them. At least,
if they have never known home as a place.
I understand home as a concept of people and hearts and souls connecting,
how walls and concrete and landmarks don’t always have to be a part of it.

But let me tell you something.

When there are walls and buildings…pastures and streams,
trees that your great-grandparents got married under,
churches where people came to know the Lord,
an ancient shady grove that was home to revivals and picnics,
a piece of land once home to a tribe,
hard clay soil turned over and made to produce crops…
when these places co-exist
and carry the memories of those people and hearts and souls — my memories, my parents’ and grandparents’ memories — I’m telling you, that is something.

Sometimes, I think people don’t get it
when I say you couldn’t drag me away from here.
How in my mind I can
fly, fly away
and breathe and live and enjoy
all the rest of the world that God has made, but my feet are like anchors and here I will remain.