Thursday, May 19, 2005

Strawberry Day

Overcast and cool this morning, with a haze in the air that is not quite a fog. Starlings are busy in the air, soaring away and returning to their nests with a rumbling flutter. Nothing else is moving in the day; the neighbor's cattle are spread across the hill in repose.

Yesterday I took my time over the morning bunny chores, playing with babies that are alert and interested in the world. My favorite is a pushy chocolate agouti from Joy's litter; all curiousity and friendliness. He has a white foot, which means he won't stay here, but he will be a delightful pet or wooler for someone. Mary's bunnies are cheerful and friendly; I'll be keeping a daughter from her as well as one from Maple, if she has one.

Yesterday was also the big day for Lily to go to the groomers. I've been combing her out twice a day and still can't keep up with all the hair she sheds. I don't worry about the house; I'd rather have the dog than an immaculate place to live (that will NEVER happen here anyway). But with my allergies housekeeping is tough to begin with and the hair doesn't help. So I packed her off down the road to Zoomin' Groomin' and Sandy gave her an extreme haircut! I really like the way she looks, all sleek and neat, but Lily hasn't gotten used to it. She's hiding out in her crate right now! Sandy left some of her tail, which was very well-furred!

When I brought Lily back home my brother had brought over the strawberries my mom picked up from the fields below the mountain. So I spent part of the afternoon packing them away in the freezer. They look like fragrant jewels and taste wonderful. As I think I've said before, we're trying to make some changes around here to combat a genetic tendency to carrying around too much weight. Fruit in the grocery stores just doesn't thrill me. I love it when the local stuff starts coming in!

I put a few books up on the Internet yesterday and hope to get more work done today. Things are working great with our web host and it's time to get back to working on web pages. www.meadowsofdanva.com is up and running and I'm getting details about the Folk Festival on August 13th together to post there.

Last night I went with Mom to her church's revival at Burk's Fork in Floyd County. The old Brethren Church has been there since 1892 and it has the wonderful, sacred peace that I find in many old places of worship. The building is white sided frame in the style of many older churches in the area, and the interior is much like it has been for generations. Brown painted wooden benches are arranged around two small wood stoves. The ceilings are high and there are white columns by the aisles with oil lanterns hanging on them. White walls are decorated with pictures from the churches history and old religious prints. The pulpit stands in a beautiful windowed alcove, just a step up from the floor on a low platform. A table with a huge Bible in a glass case stands before the pulpit. The congregation is small but the church and its history has been part of these families for generations. There is a picture of a singing school in about 1915; one of my great-aunts is captured there in youth with many of her family. An older man there pointed out people to me; his grandparents, uncles and other relatives.

My mom plays the piano and both my mother and my step-father are much involved in the activities of the church. The service was simple, hymns, prayer, special singing from a talented choir from another Brethren Church, a sermon by a guest speaker. I held the Bible from the pew rack before me and thought about all the generations of Floyd County people that have united to worship there.

We came out together under a glowing evening, with Floyd County hills above us. Surrounded by Floyd County faces and talk of strawberries and family, I stood under the sky and watched the pastor secure the door to the old building. The faint rush of the creek just below the building echoed around the solid white walls. I came home to spin peacefully in my quiet sitting room, thinking of past days and unity.

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