(That is a whacker next to Asa, in case you were wondering.)
Even though the day started quietly, I decided that taking us all to Christiansburg (-er, Glen would say for Dave) could mean a true day of rest on Wednesday. After paying bills and gathering supplies in Ferrum, our first stop was at the Bread Basket, gummy bear mecca for the little ones (chocolate-covered coffee beans for me). I was proud of Asa for going back in by himself to ask if he could exchange the chocolate-covered gummy bears for something that tasted better (you think?). They said yes with a smile, even though we had already broken a bag of chocolate coal. Thank you, Bread Basket!
Our last stop was at the Christiansburg library, which might be my favorite one (I am picky picky picky about libraries). The children's area is on one side of the main desk, and it's bright and open, with fun and easy chairs, tables with projects and toys, the easy stacks on one side, youth stacks on the other. Asa played toddler computer games for the girls while I went and overloaded in the religion section, on the grown-up side of the main desk. This is the first book I saw when I went in, and after reading about Nag Hammadi and Secret Gospels and Q, I had to pick it up. And from there, well, yes, I overloaded. Even Grandpa Taber was there for a minute, putting this one in my hand. Asa thinks we have this month's record for the number of books checked out by one family. Now we just have to get them back in time.
In between, we were at Hawley Road. Oh, Hawley Road! My heart sings whenever I am there, and today it sang praises to the yellowwood. I had not seen it in flower before, and it took my breath away when I got out of the car. Asa and I are in that bark, those leaves and flowers, the buzzing hum of busy bees. It is spectacular, indeed.
Ursula and I are in an apple tree in Endicott, but I forget which one, and Flora and I are still in the back freezer. Hmmm ... maybe we can move to a flower garden, one with lots of poppies, cosmos, and zinnia, coneflowers, lilies, and butterfly weed.
And I would be remiss if I did not mention the rivers and pools of phlox that are all along Franklin Pike and Route 8. It was too busy a day for more than one roadside photo shoot, but please, if you're out that way, say hello for me.
Tonight I can smell the blossoms, hear the creeks, see the stars. I wonder what tomorrow's adventure will be. Blessings on it, for everyone, everywhere.