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I felt the first sprinkle of rain last night while riding to Berea on our old motorcycle. It actually felt good and as we rode further into Berea the rain gently pelted my bare arms. We pulled into Sonic and parked under the shelter. After eating a sandwich, we headed home, and was thankful to find that we had missed most of the rain showers.
Later, after resting on our front porch for a while, we decided to take out the loud, orange with red flames – 750 Honda that all of Kirksville is able to recognize from the loud sound coming from the straight pipes – out and chase the sun for the evening.
The sweet fragrance of honeysuckle assaulting the rain fresh air was the first thing that received my attention as my ears took a moment to adjust to the pressure from the helmet.
“Do you remember sucking the sweet honey from the the honeysuckles, when you were a little boy?” I asked Mike, leaning in so he could hear me.
I drifted into a memory coma for a few minutes, thinking of days playing in the fields and walking the fence line around the farm. Parts of it was covered in the honeysuckles. In late spring – early summer days, the vines are in bloom with pretty little yellow flowers. in the center we found a bud filled with honey. We would cap the bud, and suck the honey. Umm.
As we continued our ride, I breathed in deep breaths of the fragrances of wet hay, grass, weeds and the wet animals as we rode by farms. All of this reminded me of my days on our farm in Garrard County.
We didn’t ride long, but we did follow the sun and I took several pictures of the sun as it was setting. The rain intensified the many odors and fragrances in the air, and I think there is nothing any prettier than the Kentucky Hillsides and valleys after a fresh soaking.
The world was beautiful last night. I would say though, if we looked – really looked at the world around us each day, we would discover hidden beauty, and fragrances that will remind us of home and sweeter times.
We didn’t stop to pick honeysuckles, but I can recall the sweet taste – even now, after all these years.
I attended the funeral of a dear friend and colleague; the sheriff in our county.
As sad as it has been, today was such a blessing for me. I knew we had some wonderful people residing in Madison County, but we don’t usually hear about them. From the law enforcement people in attendance, the Patriot Guard Riders, the church staff, and the Honor Guards down to the friends and family, their presence and actions were impressive and consoling. We were all there for the same reason – to show respect to Jerry and to be a comfort to his immediate family.
Attending this funeral, I couldn’t help but think of the very first funeral I attended; back when I was a child. My grandmother’s death was very difficult for her 13 adult children. The tears fell, and there was lots of moaning, and loud cries.Unlike today’s funeral, there was no consoling my family.
I know the sheriff’s family will be hurting and sad for days, weeks and months to come, but today taught me, the love and kindness of friends and co-workers sure does help when a person is down and out.
I love Kentucky, but I really love the people who make Madison County the great place that it is.
I’m not a bird watcher
but I could not
help myself today.
They attracted my
attention, and bid me
to go for my camera.
Begging to be shot
I gave in to their
tweets and chatter.
Ollie’s Grand Opening promised lot’s of low priced items for sale. Mike and I decided to take a drive to the new discount store in Richmond to search for bargains. After spending about thirty minutes in the store, we had found a few things and was on our way out.
When we first arrived and exited our parked vehicle, I mentioned that I was leaving my rain coat in the truck, and asked if Mike would come after the truck and pick me up if it was raining when we came out. I didn’t want to get wet and the ominous looking sky threatened a good soaking. Mike assured me that he would indeed pick me up in front of the store.
Sure enough, Mike being the gentleman that he is, kept his word and left me in front of the store to go get the truck. It was raining a slow gentle rain. Suddenly the sky opened up and rain poured out on the earth much like a firefighter “pouring” water on a fire – with the same kind of force.
Now here comes the “life is never dull for me kind of moment.” Mike pulled up to the front of the store – without an awning, mind you, and kept his nice dry butt planted in the driver’s seat, while I stood waiting for him to get out and help me unload the cart. I assumed he would unload it after quickly ushering me into the truck – out of the pouring rain. But, no he didn’t. instead he sat there while the rain beat down upon me, soaking me and my clothes. When I finally understood that he wasn’t moving – the man would not even make eye contact with me, I did grab a plastic bag and pulled it over my head like a scarf. At least my hair was dry!
After I finally was sitting in the front passenger seat, I calmly called him some not so very nice names! Being the Christian that I am, I only used words like; jerk and crazy. We really had a good laugh and in his defense, he kept saying, “I went after the truck for you.” He really didn’t realize that I was getting as soaked as much as I did.
Life is never dull for me.