Cabinet of Curiosities. Dusted.
Random photos from a random Sunday.
When Hank brings the sermon
And Cash leads the choir
It gets my cold cold heart burning
Hotter than a ring of fire…
Can I get a hallelujah, Can I get an amen?
Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
When I play the highway FM
I find my soul revival, Singing every single verse
Yeah, I guess that’s my church
Disclaimer: The pictures I attempt to capture for Sunday Scenes are in no way meant to imply that there is never any marital discord, bickering teenagers, tears & tantrums that occur in the backstory of these scenes. The photos are an attempt to convey – that in spite of incidents that may or may not have happened – life is good and Sunday Scenes are lovely.
“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I like this exercise of reminding myself to take photos on Sunday’s and think about the really good things in life. Not all Sundays are perfect, and even that reminds me of how truly ‘good’ I have it.
I LOVE to bake a cake. Love it. If it is old-fashioned, requires sifting, ingredients at room temperature and the alternating of wet and dry additions – even better. I thoroughly enjoyed baking a cake this Sunday.
I did NOT enjoy pulling said cake with my hands out of the cake pan after it sat there 5 hours too long. It is being served in ‘hunks’ instead of slices. Oh well.
Bright & early on Sunday morning, Gavin left for a six-week stint as a staff member at Boy Scout camp.
People keep asking me if I am going to miss him. I suppose that I am. He is very helpful and keeps us all laughing, but I think camp is exactly where he should be and he is doing exactly what he wants to do be doing. I am more happy than sad!
Breakfast brought cooking lessons. I am trying very hard to work my way out of a job.
The results were stupendous.
Summertime is also an awesome time to learn new chores. I’ve got a list of things to teach Mikey & Sean – and just wait until Gavin gets home….
Apparently, we also have a burgeoning comic book writer.
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
― Henry James