Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Saturday, May 31, 2003

A rather chilly Saturday morning here. There were some frost warnings way up north. Eek! It's nearly June!

Rhonda is out getting her hair done, so I'm riding herd on the herd. John is playing with a little leappad-like Disney toy Rhonda found at a rummage sale. Hanna is bringing me every toy and book in the house. Right now she is hugging the talking Cookie Monster.

I'll need to mow the lawn later. Since the kids have been keeping me busy, I've been mowing only once a week on Saturdays, and the grass is getting a tad long. I'll probably mow and when John gets up from his nap, take him with me to unload the grass at the compost heap.

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