Homecoming Sunday

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Daybreak was especially beautiful this morning . . I know because I was there, at the “early service” on the rabbit patch.  The sky was a deep apricot color and seemed to light the fields.  I am always hopeful at sunrise.  

Against all the odds, according to the weatherman, it rained yesterday.  I was mowing, when it did.  I knew the sky looked like rain when I stepped out of the back door. I thought I smelled it, but the weatherman surely knew what he was talking about, especially with all of that fancy technology-so I started mowing.  The orchard was in an awful state and it does take a good part of the day to mow the territory.  I have been gone the past two weekends and I needed to do three days work, in two . . so when it started sprinkling, I kept on mowing.  The drops got bigger, but certainly it would pass.  I looked up and across the field I saw a white wall of rain coming my way.  In the country, you can see rain coming.  I was drenched by the time I put the mower up and was disappointed that the yard was only half done.

 I did see the french mulberry  and the butterfly bush, that now, gives good shade-blooming all along the young woods.  I also found a young rose of Sharon had planted itself along the picket fence.  I made a mental note to pot it for whenever I move, along with many other flowers.  Last but not least, there is still the “autumn joy” to brag about.  It is a rich shade of warm burgundy, now.  I love the way the color of the blooms change as the season progresses.

I came in and changed clothes and then dried my loyal dog off.  Cash had stayed right with me in that downpour, though he does not like to get wet.  I started washing linens and regretted they couldn’t line dry.  I washed blankets too and one load of clothes.  I washed all afternoon.  The bedspreads take so very long to dry that Christian and I had a frozen pizza for supper. We couldn’t even eat it at the kitchen table as the whole thing was covered in folded laundry.  

After the lovely dawn today, I made the pastry to add to the chicken and stock .  It is “Homecoming” at the church I attended as a child.  I remembered watching my grandmama making pastry, more than forty years ago.  She rolled the dough as thin as paper and cut it in neat little triangles.  I am always surprised how some of the most ordinary things get etched in  our hearts.  I do know for sure-at least in my case, that I remember events more than any thing , that was bought-unless you count ponies.

It does not look like rain, so when I get home, I have “my work cut out for me”.

Homecoming

I came home from church full in every way.  Tables were laden with everything you can imagine.  I saw a potato dish, brown and buttery.  I placed a heap of it beside my chicken and barbecue-only to find out later it was a pineapple dish!  That was a wonderful mistake.  I was able to track down the cook, and got the recipe.  It is very similar to a bread pudding and I plan to try it shortly.  

I did get to see the twins, Martha and Marsha.  We ate together along with my parents, sister and niece.  I have a lot of good memories with the twins.  They are hard workers and will tackle any sort of job-from installing ceiling fans to tearing down small barns.  . . and they are “cute as a button” still.  (Buttons used to be cute.)  I saw Beth who gave me the chocolate cinnamon cake recipe, when we were young mothers.  I felt like I had seen her yesterday and could have told her a secret, if I had any.  And Brenda.  . .  Brenda is dear to me.    She is just a few years older than me, and gave me very good advice, when I was so very inexperience at motherhood.  When Brant, my oldest son  was an only child, we would take bike rides together down winding country roads.    I still remember them and consider them precious memories.   I had a nice visit with Enid too, whom I have always admired, such a kind spirit.  Love is a mighty and powerful force, I am reminded when I see those from seasons long ago.  Authentic friendship is not “corrupted by moth nor rust” nor does it tarnish though years have passed.  

I came home fully determined to finish the mowing-and there was still some housekeeping left to do.  Thankfully, Christian was home-and in the mood to work.  He decided to work outside and so I felt hopeful that the rabbit patch would be in order , before work on Monday.  Of course, I decided to move furniture and discard a very heavy old daybed, that had seen better days.  This required extra scrubbing and cleaning, but once done, Christian and I agreed, it was a good decision.  Whenever, I do move to a quaint cottage somewhere, there will be less to move than before.  I am already practicing minimal habits in possessions and  spending, and it feels very liberating, oddly.  I am sure Jo Dee would laugh at this, as she has seen me price mustard!  I have never been a “big spender”.

By the time of twilight, the rabbit patch was in fairly good order.  A lot can happen in two days.  Sometimes the contents of a few days are as simple as clean linens and french mulberry.  Sometimes it is running with your dog, in the rain-and sometimes, you stand in the shadow of those you love and remember the gifts they brought to your life.  . “in good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over”.  

 

 

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25 thoughts on “Homecoming Sunday

  1. Love reading about your memories Michele! I sympathize with your trying to get the lawn mowed. I thought I had our done for the season but then it started to rain. Now the lawn look ragtag again and I really want to trim it up. I have a feeling my husband will say to leave it be as the snow will cover it in a few weeks possibly.
    The pineapple dish sounds wonderful! Let me know how it turns out when you try it.

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    1. Michele and Faye,
      My children say a pair of scissors are dangerous in my hands as I need to trim and cut everything in sight- could be a wayward jasmine tendril or a few strands of grass or even a bunch of tangled cat hair. 🙂
      Susie

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  2. Wonderful memories, Michele. Thanks for taking us with you to the church homecoming. I was hoping you’d mention having Monday off for Columbus Day after all your hard work this weekend. Our grandsons are off, but they live in the North.

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  3. A truly beautiful post Rabbit. You did it again… you picked me up with your words and carried me alongside you as you worked, washed, dried, folded, cooked, baked, went to church and I saw the memories go through both your head and your heart.

    You truly are one of the very most nicest people I’ve ever come across. The world would be a better place if there were more people like you in it.
    Love you Rabbit. ~Cobs. xxx

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  4. Each word in the last paragraph sings; you’re writing delights me, my friend, as does your work ethic. Not a word of complaint from you as you ride your mower until a downpour sends you running, then you find that drenching race with your dog one of the highlights of your day. You are amazing.

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