The porch swing calls me this morning to bring coffee in my new Michigan mug and my bowl of blackberries and spend a little quiet time.
Corn leaves wave good morning, and angelic hosta trumpets nod in the gentle breeze. I take a moment to pinch the faded heads of yellow and burnt orange and burgundy and pink mums that march up the steps.
I breathe a prayer for our service men and women as I pause under the buntings suspended above my head. I place the flag in its holder on the rail.
And in the gray of this new day, my mind travels back to the weekend. Images from Lake Michigan, just the two of us, that began with crosses on tall ships and ended with a single cross on a hill as we worshipped on the waterfront with Matt Maher.
Note: The speck in the last water picture is me. Honest.
Linked to L.L. Barkhat’s On, In, and Around Mondays at Seedlings in Stone.