We are enjoying the beauty and bounty of Autumn.
|Karin's Tennessee Sunday bouquet|
No photos to show for Monday, nor much productivity to speak up. I was so absorbed in a John Grisham audiobook, A Time For Mercy, that little else blogworthy was accomplished.
However, at a board meeting that evening, I was invited to pick apples at a friend's place on our road.
Tuesday, Jane and I decided to go there on our walk and relieve the apple tree of some of its heavy burden. Ever since, I have been trying out different apple recipes.
Kayla, who works at the local public library, started a weekly Wiggles and Giggles class for little ones from 1 to 5 years old. I happened to be nearby so caught a glimpse of the fun activities she has them do. I could've benefited from joining in, but was a little embarrassed to do so at my age.
Michael continued work on heating installations of Stephan's new house for most of the week. But Friday we took off on an overnight backpacking trip with friends from long ago.
We took the Salamonie Bloodroot Trail. The weather was perfect. The exquisite beauty of paths lined with goldenrod and other autumn blooms blessed my soul.
|Resting and settling in at #2 primtive campsite with Bill and Jane Hemmick.|
We ate, hiked another two miles without backpacks to explore the area, built a fire, played games, watched the moon come up, and talked non-stop.
On our way back out the next day we tried a couple different paths, and encountered some formidable obstacles. This huge vine-covered tree must have fallen not long before.
Hunger and tiredness prevailed, however, and we went to Nick's Kitchen (on the right) in Huntington.
I was reminded that my father pastored a church in this town some 78 years ago while a student at Grace Seminary. Hmmm. . . wish I could learn more about that time and place. I do remember Mother saying that a table and chairs we inherited from them were given to them by my Hirschy grandparents while they lived in Huntington.