- the deep whir of a lawnmower, the sound ebbing and flowing as the person makes his way back and forth across the lawn
- freshly mowed grass; that sweet fragrance so strong you can almost feel the cool clumps of shavings in your hand
- acrid paint, meaning someone else is loving the warmer weather, too
- choking gas fumes as the truck you just passed shifts gears and that nice summery breeze turns musty and burning
- tinkling chimes, reminding you that summer is not so bad after all
- clack-clack-clack of your tires on the interstate. Memories begin to flood of all those months on deputation and furlough when you were nestled in the back seat, the only other one awake as your dad flew down the interstate to your next meeting. That clack-clack-clack signaled people met, money raised, another state crossed off the list. You look in the rearview mirror at your own little boy, and wonder, as many times as you travel this broken up highway, will he have any memories like yours? Maybe he will think of all the times every summer that his mom drove him to the park, with the windows down, and the loud clack-clack-clack echoing through the car. Or maybe not. He's apparently enthralled with the book he's reading.
I know, I know. Summer is not here yet. Not by a long shot. Spring won't even arrive for several more days. But when it's 78 degrees outside and you have an energetic 6 year old, you just have to go to the park. On the way, why don't you roll down your car windows? Just let that summery breeze drift through, bringing with it summery smells and sounds.
Who am I, you ask?
In 2006 I had a stroke, and every day my husband encourages me to use my remaining brain cells to the best of my ability. I love to organize, make crafts, and go on adventures (safe ones). I hope that through my blog posts, you will be encouraged to accept and make the best of challenges God throws at your life.