Saturday. A quiet day of waiting. After lunch, I pulled on worn-thin blue jeans and went outside for a stroll past the old apple tree.
The apples were just beginning to blush under the glare of the summer sun.
We left the apple tree and wandered into the field of tall, swaying grass. Millie likes this best.
Together we walk, pausing to look and listen and explore...
...and pick flowers. Zinnias and lantana grow from gardens past. I clutch them as I walk along, then say a prayer and throw the flowers after it, towards heaven.
My prayers may not be acknowledged, but I'm never sorry I said them.
Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in Him.
After the walk, I climb on the trampoline. With a giant leap, I throw my bare feet to the sky and sail back toward earth.