My Morning Walk

Lyndon got up and took four of my sons fishing today, all of them promising to bring me home a giant fish for dinner...Micah and I headed out for a walk. It is an overcast day and I can appreciate that anywhere in the world, but here it is as if Heaven is just inches from the ground. Micah is a cryer and I find it interesting to note that while we were on our walk not one unhappy sound did he make. He laughed at some chickens and cooed at a horse that walked over to the fence just to look sweetly at Micah (yes, I am serious the horse looked sweet), he made a surprised noise when we walked past a home that had what appeared to be a plastic bird in the grass, but then opened up to be a beautiful swan. There was so much "scope for the imagination", (as Anne would say) for the possibilities of an old abandoned church for sale...I could see us making it grand again and little boys being raised in a church....sigh. My practical husband will come home and point out to me the wiring nightmare that would be and do I really want to worry about the roof coming down on my kids? But, for this moment I see it all restored and filled with the voices of little boys...I have a tendency to see a pretty view and appreciate it for about one second and then move on to my task. But here the majestic mountains covered in green seem to gently command you to keep looking and you find your eyes not being able to roam from their beauty. There is no place like home and what wonder I feel that this place is mine...