|The lot adjacent to Moughons in Mathews Court House|
Yesterday was a glorious, wondrous and simultaneously industrious day.
That's a lot of "ous" packed into one
I awoke to the glory of a bright, warm, sunny day but knew I could not tarry, because Easter Sunday would be the perfect opportunity to take photographs of the Court House area without traffic. So out of bed I leapt and up the road I went to take pictures like the one above.
The one above certainly does not look as though it would be a Court House or village scene. That's because the building which once stood here was razed a long time ago. My job for the book I'm working on is simply to record things as they are today and juxtapose them with photos of the way they were then. Then there was a building. Now, there's No Trespassing signs and buttercups. And empty space.
After snapping about 30 photographs in downtown Mathews, I grabbed a cup of coffee and drove over to Gwynn's Island. Last year I spent Easter Sunday at a sunrise service over there. This year I held my own service from a beach chair overlooking the mouth of the Piankatank River. After
|View from Gwynn's Island|
This next adventure involved photographing a place which belongs to my friend Alda's husband's family. Or the husband of my friend Alda's family. Or a family somehow connected to my friend who is named Alda.
It's a beautiful old farm that lives quietly off the road leading from Mathews to Glenns.
A car load of bloggers at last year's Blog Fest will recognize this as the place we were forced to make a quick pit stop when one in our midst had an emergency that needed immediate attention. A cornfield was involved. And that's all I have to say about that.
Moving right along...
There are acres upon acres of fields and woods just waiting to be savored on this particular piece of property.
The day was so warm and wonderful, I couldn't help myself.
I had to get down in it and do as it was beseeching me to do: savor it. My Vitamin D deprived system forced me to
All this happened before 11:00 yesterday morning.
The rest of the day involved grass cutting; supper cooking; bill paying; laundry doing; dish washing; weed pulling; animal feeding; hammock testing, calendar checking; and book organizing, among many other things.
In short, Easter Sunday was one of the longest days in recent history. The best part was lying in the field above, with the rest of the day ahead of me and not one bit of urgency to accomplish any of it.
What did you do yesterday?