Monday, October 22, 2018 – Gentle Sunday Afternoon

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After church, and a bowl of vegetable soup accompanied by a few rounds of Mastermind, we grab our cameras and Maya, and head out to see what we can see. Our destination is a pretty little spot on the outskirts of town that promises an abundance of fall colour and splendour.

But we forgot something.

We forget the first rule of retirement: avoid public places on the weekend. There are about forty cars parked in the area. Nope. Not gonna enjoy a leisurely photo-worthy walk with the crowd so we turn around and head back toward town.

We stop at a spot-with-a-view that I made note of on the drive out and capture a few images. A little farther, and we stop at places that are rich with memories—some from as long ago as when my children were babies.

Later, back home and after a short visit with our neighbours, I chop vegetables—Swiss chard we picked from the garden earlier, tomatoes that have been ripening in the laundry room, and onions—for a stir fry, (I’ll sprinkle feta on it all after it’s cooked. Delicious.) and slice delicata squash for roasting.

Then, we head out to the hot tub for a pre-dinner soak and conversation. Afterward, I curl up with a quilt to watch Anne With an E, and Gerry continues researching camera lenses—I’m in the market for a wide-angle lens.

Day ends early and gently, and I haven’t even downloaded the photos I took from my camera card.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Coram Deo: in God's presence
3 comments
  1. I like Longfellow’s literary take on the value of Sundays. However, my Sundays, especially mornings are busy, sometimes harried, with the care of two-year-olds in Sunday School. I envy you the autumnal beauty now, but not the harsh winter to follow. 🙂

    Lovely photo, as always!

    1. Ah yes, a nursery full of two-year-olds is anything but quiet. I applaud your dedication to serve in this way, Marian.

  2. A tranquil day, beautifully described! I like the way you find such pleasure in little things—the secret to happiness, I think!

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