This hasn’t happened in a long time ~ Grandson Knox fell asleep in my lap on the front porch swing this afternoon while his momma and daddy packed up to head back home. Miss you, little boy.
All life is a journey, not a home; it is a road, not the country; and those transient enjoyments which you have in this life, lawful in their way,—those incidental and evanescent pleasures which you may sip,—are not home; they are little inns only upon the road-side of life, where you are refreshed for a moment, that you may take again the pilgrim-staff and journey on, seeking what is still before you—the rest that remaineth for the people of God.
~from an 1855 religious text by Rev. John Cumming
Pink day lilies in Solaris color setting on cell phone camera ~ they are laying on the ground under a red maple tree, trying to crawl their way into some sunshine.
Happy June 4th, y’all!
