A very special event was held outside at our residence.
Rose was given a life charge by her father, and proudly handed her high school diploma. Afterward, all were invited to join in an open prayer time for her.
Forthwith, the food was brought to the tables by several willing hands, and the celebration continued with friends and family.
I remember the day of my son's graduation, how I enjoyed looking back and seeing the photo of all that came to celebrate with us, some of who are no longer with us. Therefore, it would seem getting everyone together for a group picture could only complete this graduation event.
"I have no greater joy than to hear my children walk in truth". III John 4
And a very special thanks goes to Priscilla for beautifully capturing it all...
As soon as I walked through the gate the familiar smell accosted me and brought back a surge of memories. Those days of shepherding mine own flock hold a store of pleasant reminiscences. The visit to this farm was rather impromptu, a friend stopped by and wanted to know if we could ride out with her and her grandson. We held fuzzy lambs, caressed peeping baby chicks, and listened to the open communication between the ewes and their babies.
A curious one appeared at the barnyard as interested as we were in the goingonness of the barnyard.
Saturday brought an event that is always looked forward to each spring.
A concert held in my backyard with several young
musicians entertaining us with their talent
on string instruments.
Afterwards, the men grabbed the tables to set up, while the women threw on the tablecloths and set out the food brought by everyone. Covered dishes, I have found, work well for hungry crowds and relieved musicians.
Way back in January as the cold winds blew, Charlotte asked to learn how to play Canon in D on her violin. Her dream and hard work came to fruition this May evening.
I was visiting it the last weekend in May to feed the cats and water the plants while Witt and Claire were out of town celebrating their four year anniversary.
The roses were blooming, and singing, and scenting the air with their beauty.
And there was a vintage Mercedes Benz I stopped to admire as I left the garden.
Witt and Claire's days of living here are limited. They are going to be home owners, very soon! Witt lived in the little brick house three years before he married Claire, so that is seven years of memories created here. I know I will miss the charm of this unique property at times. The apples,Claire's hosting under the trees, and the picnics.
Yes, their sojourn is ending here, but this special couple is moving on to yet another version of a "house of their dreams", and that is is very exciting, indeed!
I realize there are many links to this post, but I was remembering after all!