Looking through old e-mails brings back memories. I found a couple of dreadful poems written and spoken back in the spring/summer of 2010. Also some comments on the weather. It seems history repeats itself.
Krysta has a little lamb
Its fleece is white as snow
Everywhere that Krysta runs
The lamb is sure to follow.
Deanne has a twenty-two
That's going to kill the cats
Too bad they don't earn their keep
By killing all the rats.
--spoken by Deanne in response to the lamb poem
It feels like we are in a monsoon season. Our MN weather is day after day of gray clouds with rain falling all night long and mud thigh high.
only a slight exaggeration . . .
that's grass thigh high instead . . .
it makes my mind feel full of mud as well, for some strange reason.
Tearing yourself away from a place is hard no matter what. It is amazing how our hearts stretch and grow to make room for many more people and experiences. Life is sooo full and rich.
Quoting Mark Twain in Innocents Abroad II . . .
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating on one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."
We are having a picnic tomorrow night to end our Summer Bible School. We are inviting all the students and parents to join us. It's a way to meet more people in our community.
~ an excerpt from a letter written to friends who were in the process of moving
I didn't remember 2010 was a wet rainy spring, too. Here we are again getting ready for the picnic at the close of Bible School -- 2013. We are hoping for a dry evening.
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