Thursday, June 18, 2015

165/365 strawberry fields

We spent the morning at the most beautiful church, with stained glass windows and pews, but dancing in the aisles and a gospel choir and wheelchairs lining the back row and an old couple holding hands in front of us, and an array of black and white and brother this and sister that and fall forward into Jesus and loud voices raised to heaven and a picture of hopeful community. We all loved it.

The afternoon brought storm cloud laden skies and a visit to a farm with fresh strawberry pie and fields for the picking and a few games of corn hole and more sweet time with dear old friends.

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