Patient Love tolerates “Free will”-thought:
Conversations
with evil in the Lady’s garden-space
Plus:
Day 155
Easter rides on
old Lady down to the sprig
Becky
was just three that Easter; the next day, I packed a picnic lunch of colored
Easter eggs, balony sandwiches and two pieces of “lamb” cake hand-made in an
antique mold, cached the goodies in our canvass saddle bags, saddled up
Commander and Little Lady placing a 30’ lead rope around her neck and we
mounted up, off on a life-memory adventure.
Becky
had good balance but I kept a wary eye on her as we traipsed along our route
through the woods down yonder towards the big creek taking a turn to the east
along a small tributary which led to the “spring” where we dismounted and
enjoyed our lunch-treat.
The
spring was a natural heavy-flow coming out from under the bluff above; Lady
Candy’s uncle Warren allowed how the opening had been much larger when her had
been a kid some fifty years earlier and he would take a rowboat back into the
abyss. The flow was still plenty good in my day, but, the bottom had silted in,
somewhat, and while one could easily determine a “cave”-remnant, only about a
foot of clearance remained. I bet ole Warren showed that natural phenomenon to
many a pretty young thing in his own day!? Yeah! I just bet! Hope so!
Becky
and I chatted away as we indulged our appetites on the delicious food-fare. She
still laughs at the “best” part of our sojourn: We tossed colored egg shells
into the water at the spring.
Usually,
the entire family shared the adventures; that event just happened to Becky and
me.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Easter egg” Memories!
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