Y’all know I have to share stuff---little happenings and small discoveries and pretty things and wonders that strike my fancy. Today’s one of those days, just going along with a long time out under the eaves marveling at the rain, with a damp little girl giddy with the unusual moment. Then in an instant---a burst of brilliant sunshine which brought out every glint and glimmer of the dripping trees and bushes, gilding the grapevines, turning the whole world into a shining wonder of refreshment and cool.
A long splash-time up and down the puddles in the driveway, in for dry clothes and cocoa and breakfast, and then---then-capital-THEN, was the moment that I happened upon an old friend. I know him as a kind, smart---uncannily smart---funny friend, with SUCH a way with words, you’ll be there, walking those paths of ago, right with him.
Today, he wrote a reminiscence of Going Home, in the sense that he passed his childhood house, and was flooded with memories of all the moments and days which were his boyhood. And it's GOOD. It's so well told that you'll want to go wash your muddy feet and scratch those chigger bites you got in the blackberry bramble.
Get a big glass of iced tea, or some coffee---or better yet, like I did, a paminna cheese sandwich---and settle into this story. You’ll be captivated and charmed, and live every bit right along with him.
From my friend MIKE: