We miss attending church again this week because neither of us is feeling 100% yet. We’re still looking for a home church, had planned to attend a new one today, but a pair of sniffling and coughing seniors isn’t the first impression we want to present to a potential new church family. Best we stay home until we’re healthy.
After a noon-hour game of chess, Gerry suggests a drive. It’s cold (-34C / -29F with the windchill) but sunny so we bundle up and grab Maya and off we go. First stop, coffee, then we head north. I caution my husband that the roads might not be conducive for a relaxing Sunday drive and that if it’s anything like the blowing, drifting snow yesterday when I picked Makiya up for our weekly grandmother/granddaughter lunch yesterday, it wouldn’t be much fun. It was, and it wasn’t, so we turned around before we had gone too far and headed back toward town. Not before I captured a couple of quick images with my phone.
“Man, I love this land.” The words escape involuntarily, expressing the rootedness I feel here in Saskatchewan as I take a couple of photos. Some don’t understand what I mean when I talk about Saskatchewan views but those who get it, get it. This is a place like no other. This is home.