This afternoon I drove to Hendersonville with Philip and my dad. A dear friend of my parents (their best friend), Ruth Ann, died recently. Her family is selling the contents of her home, and selling the home also. My parents bought a mattress set from them. Ruth Ann had a lovely home, full of many lovely things.
Philip and I had plenty of time to talk as we drove there and back home. I enjoy those times. Why is it that, when our children go off to college, they are at just the age when we will miss them most, when their company is so pleasurable, when it's a joy to watch them stepping into adulthood? I'll miss him when he leaves again next week.
The sky was stunning as we drove. He took these shots of the clouds and sun, as it settled toward the horizon, a type of death, and tomorrow morning a type of resurrection.
I saw a lovely footstool at Ruth Ann's house, and bought it. Each time I look at it, I'll think of her.