[The glory of America] goes deeper than all the tinsel, goes deeper than the sound of guns and the clash of sabers; it goes down to the very foundation of those things that have made the spirit of man free and happy and content. – Woodrow Wilson
On Saturday we had to take my step-daughter to the Crossroads District for her cheerleading pictures. My husband and I spent a lovely morning walking around, getting coffee, peeking into windows and over fences (him) and taking pictures (me). After we dropped her off at the Freight House, we crossed the tracks to Union Station (pictured above) for coffee. We walked across the street to the front wall of the Liberty Memorial, where the above quote can be found. She texted to say they were getting close to being done (they weren’t) and we crossed back over the tracks and spent the next hour wandering down alleys in the Crossroads.
The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm. — Aldous Huxley
It’s difficult to see because of the screen, but last weekend while I was washing dishes, I looked out the back window and saw my husband sitting on the floor of the garage grinding down some car part. His posture looked very much like how I imagine him as a kid, building an elaborate cardboard tank for a G.I. Joe to blow up on the Fourth of July.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. – Matthew 6:28-29
The surprise lilies in our yard and garden have done quite well despite not receiving any care whatsoever. They always come up fuller than the year before. They remind me of my honeymoon. One day we went out to see a lighthouse and the surprise lilies were up all over the field, standing pink against the gray sky and brown grasses.
Bonus lilies from our yard of the Day Lily and Asiatic varieties:
O, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth. Roman Payne
The moment I looked out the kitchen window and noticed how the summer evening sun made the ordinary, falling down garage sparkle, I knew that I would be okay. I could sit with the darkness as long as I recognized the light.
…we saw how there is peace even in the storm. — Vincent Van Gogh
June 20 was the summer solstice this year. To mark the occasion, I convinced my husband that we should head up to the river bluffs to watch the sunset. As soon as we got to the overlook,the lightening started. Rather than watch the sunset, we watched a storm move into the Northland. After a few sprinkles, we headed back to the car and drove into the storm, towards home.