Sticky Days of Summer
I am enjoying a hot summer afternoon on the porch of the Brubacher House - a 1850 historic Mennonite farm house museum where my siblings are care-takers and I occasionally twiddle away a few afternoons volunteering as museum interpreter when they are traveling or otherwise engaged. It is blessedly warm out - for which I am grateful in the depths of my soul. I look out over the beautifully maintained four-square garden, Columbia Lake, and the new baseball diamond and reflect, relax, maybe even read while waiting for the occasional museum visitor. The only thing this summer afternoon is missing is an ice cold glass of some home made lemon aid (which I could maybe raid from Josh and Laura's fridge) or sweet tea. The sprinklers that start up to water the baseball diamond every 10 minutes or so are also quite tempting. I have been meaning to reflect in this space again, after my long absence and subsequent soul barring and rather dramatic post in May. The response to my previous pos...