Country Roads, Tombstones and Autumn

Country Road

I’m walking across the commons today.  I hear a shout.  I look up and it’s Kurt.  He’s standing outside Nichole and Seth’s house with them, Jake and Kaylee.

“Hey, we’re going on a walk through the orchard, want to come?” he asks.

I shrug and say sure.  A walk with a bunch of twenty-somethings through the orchard isn’t my cup of tea.  But I smile and say, “Sure”.  Guess I’m sensitive like that.  So off we go.

And it turned out to be a pleasant way to spend an hour or so.  Some great conversation, some laughter, some solemn moments at a graveyard we found.  It appeared to be abandoned.  Walking along the edge of one of the cottonfields…wondering how in the heck they managed harvesting this stuff before ol’ Eli Whitney came along and invented the cotton gin.

Trying to remember the name of the movie that starred Sally Field where she hired a blind guy and a black guy to help get in the years cotton harvest.  (Terms of Endearment).  Talking about the magicical and forgotten art of dousing.  Strolling down a lonely country road.  Taking some pictures.  Enjoying south Georgia in the autumn.

Turned out to be a nice day.  Not because of me, but inspite ofme.  Seems like alot of other things in life.  When I surrender control and turn it over to God–things turn out alot better and usually are more enjoyable.  Lesson learned.  Let’s just hope I can remember it.

Now maybe next autumn, I can stroll through the woods with a special lady here in Georgia.  She’s a teacher now in the Old State Capitol.  I’d like to see her again and hear her laugh in the trees one more time.

Autumn in Georgia

Forgotten

Kaylee, Kurt, Jake and Seth