So what is a day, how is it defined?
This one is not yet over yet I have cleaned out the eve troughs with the help of my sons. I have cut the lawn using my 60+ year old push mower (no gas and oil just sweat and toil).
Michelle and Tim are canning pickles made from Tim’s cucumbers he grew in his garden. I read an article on how to make my own Kefir (fermented milk beverage good for making you digestive system work well) so I can be healthy.
I spoke with my Dad and he told me a few stories from his youth and I wrote then down. He is in a mood to reminisce and I will have to go and visit this week.
There is a frog in our pond and the Roses of Sharon are blooming.
This day is not special or exciting, it is not one for the books, but it adds to the overall saga of this family. It will reinforce the collection of stories that a family builds if we choose to pay attention. A life is a lot of mundane tasks, eating and sleeping, infused with brief blooms of action and beauty, glory and sadness.
Such is life at the gates of Utopia.
