I mentioned to Lisa at Pen and Ink (who ordered her own copy of White Road) that I'd dog-eared the page where I found the most lovely sentence in the whole book, in my opinion. I meant to share it sometime. Here it is:
"The profile of the moon, still a narrow but brilliant bracket, was climbing over the roofs against a blue-black sky." (p. 138)
Simple, elegant, unique. Penned by a woman not writing in her native language. This sentence describes the evening when she and a group of women and children (families of the regiment) had to flee a town in Siberia at night, barely ahead of the pursuing Bolsheviks. Their officer husbands had left separately. They didn't know when they'd see them again. Chaos reigned among their sleighs, yet overhead the moon ascended and slid through its usual course, untroubled by the violence below.
Remember the abundant pecan harvest we had last fall? Already the trees in town are making the next crop. Here's a cluster of itty-bitty pecans:
Also, in family news, Anna has successfully bought a car.
I mentioned that Julia's gone. She went on a mission trip with some other church kids. They are working on an Indian reservation. I snapped a photo of them when we dropped them off.
Lastly, while melting in the heat at the farmers' market Saturday morning, I made yet another purse-baby. I promise I won't post pics of each-and-every one of these. Maybe.
Blessings and peace to you all on this Lord's day! Wherever you are, don't forget to worship and give thanks.