
Here, where when I hear the goats bleating for too long I know to go outside (and drag Paul or call Mr. Boone) and get the little goats out of their trouble ... trouble like stuck in the fence for example.
Here, where I can drive to Tennessee and on to Beth's mountain, walk in her house to feed the cats, look out the back door and see a fawn or a doe standing there waiting for her corn. The gorgeous trust and beauty of a wild animal, such a sweet gift.
Here, where the thunder sounds like it's cracking the mountain rocks in half when it storms.
Here, where a mom can have a funeral service for her child and bury her right on her own mountain with a service filled with friends who give love, support, food and hugs freely and from the depths of their soul.
Here, where jobs are HARD to come by, faith is a given, and the things that REALLY matter (friendship, charity, love, etc.) are abundant and given freely.
Life is good. Summer is awesome.
In spite of the devastation and confusion in the world, it is so wonderful to have beauty and grace all around to be thankful for.
And, an update on Paul's dad ... he's doing quite well from what we gather. Sounds like he's healing by way of good nursing from Paul's mum ("B") and the perfect timing of the World Cup. Timing is everything, eh Mel? ;-)
And Rick seems to be coming along from his hip surgery too ... cheers for a speedy recovery, Rick!
Happy Trails to all!
Paul & Cheri
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