It is early Monday and the alarm went off like a siren....I was in a deep sleep and not anxious to return to the conscious world. But, alas.
The week end was a glorious...full of family and friends. Philip arrived on Friday afternoon after his 1,000 mile driving adventure. It was good to see him after several weeks. Tonya also arrived and with family all around we had a welcoming cook out complete with homemade apple pies and Karen's famous potato salad.
This week end was the fall fest and we enjoyed every moment of it. It is so nice to be able to walk to all of the events. I said to Philip yesterday that the joys of small town living are so wonderful. I can walk to the community center, the library, the downtown (antique shops, art galleries, coffee shops), the University...and other interesting little side jaunts.
This was the first year we hosted a Civil War Reenactment on the Commons. It was interesting, and I learned a great deal. The evening dance was the best. We did not leave the dance floor. Afterwards we walked through the camps. They were quiet with folks just sitting around playing the dulcimer, talking. The only lights were that of candles and campfires.
We ended the week end with a cook out last night and a campfire. We sat around talking, toasting marshmallows for s'mores and listening to Philip play the harmonica. It was just as magical.
What wonderful memories I have of this week end to send me off to school for another week!
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana and spends her summers on the wind swept island of Ocracoke. You can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories