Nothing like a line of trees with a grassy lawn between – wonderful in summer’s heat, to watch shadows, and just watch a day move by with a good book to read.
The chapel at the local college is a favorite subject of mine. And since today is Christmas, it doesn’t hurt to think and reflect a bit about the holiday, before its commercialism. It is the story of hope – and hope is always something we need, no matter what we believe. It is a day to enjoy our blessings, and a day to reflect and dig deeper than the bottom of your stocking.
Nearby our house is a small local university. Every summer there is a Shakespeare festival – this summer marks the 21st anniversary. Last night we saw Julius Caesar, using a revision of this stage which was for their other production, Love’s Labours Lost. In the U.S., at least in California, Julius Caeser is required reading in 9th or 10th grade. I read it, and, oh, how I hated it. Not until I started seeing Shakespeare live did I have any appreciation for his works – I would love to see Kit Marlowe’s Faustus some day! But I digress . . .
I think this “labyrinth” – for lack of a better word – has some Christian religious significance. I have no idea. Do you? It is behind a local church, and never ceases to catch my eye.
Out for a walk the other night, and got sow bugs (RIP), pointy plants, and a fence.