smell of the old oaks and the acorns
on the ground was strong and Aunt Frances' cats would come out and chase
the acorns we threw. I remember when grandmama would get through cleaning and come out and tell us to get in the car we would have to rub the rust off of our legs to sit on her seats. The trees, the smells, the old house was as constant to me then as eating, sleeping and going to Sunday worship was.
Saw some of the furniture yesterday there. That is what growing up should be about. That is what I want for kids today. As we go about electing leaders and sorting through ideals, I think it is important to remembers some things. Even though things are scary and sometimes seem out of control, there is an old oak tree somewhere with some old rusted furniture under it to ground us and to realize that there is only One who is really in control. Have a good one!
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