The last couple of days I’ve noticed fall is practically here
It’s a bit cooler and the sun seems a bit different
All of this had me remembering a day long ago
I have to share- there are actually not many days of my childhood that stand out to me or enter the deep recesses of my thoughts
This day was one that I so often think of
Our church choir leader- I think her name was Betty Russ— she had invited all the choir members and their families to her river cottage for a picnic
It must have been around this time of year— the skies threatened rain and the breezes churned the waters extra rough— it was pretty cool— I think I had jeans on with a long sleeve shirt and a heavy sweater
I can almost smell the salty air- as the river was part of the Chesapeake Bay
I remember being outside quite a lot of the time but also how the kids congregated in a small bedroom- where we all took turns 2 or 3 at a time- jumping exuberantly in its tiny twin bed
I don’t recall what I ate that day but I believe everyone brought a covered dish- with our hostess making the main dishes
I can still feel that air- hitting my cheeks and tousling my hair over my face
We climbed the harsh rocks and stood atop - feeling the freedom of the windy paradise
A day I see in my mind’s eye- full of possibilities and wonder- Making a lasting impression on my heart and senses
