The Southern Oasis

My hubby drug himself and all his paperwork into the house last night just as I closed the cover on my current project. We both had a long but fulfilling day doing the tasks that we are called to perform. As dinner simmered on the stove, we set about our summer outdoor chores, things like watering the plants and checking the garden's produce. After a month of high temperatures, yesterday brought us a perfect summer's evening -- a cool breeze, 70-something degrees, and just enough clouds for the sunset to look, as my sweet neighbor commented, like a watercolor painting. The three of us sat and talked on the back porch for hours, just enjoying a quiet moment in time, much like I remember my parents and grandparents enjoying when I was a child. The fire flies twinkled, the frogs serenaded, the rabbits hopped, the birds chirped. It was an oasis in the midst of an increasingly trouble-filled era that served to remind me of just Who is really "in charge." And I am very grateful.