Sunday morning, and it is raining for the first time since
I arrived here. I’m hoping for a letup before I have to walk about a mile to
attend Blowing Rock Methodist Church at the edge of downtown, a church that has
zero parking except perhaps for the superstar summer preacher. There’s a
hymn-sing at 10:30 a.m. followed by worship.
Nice gig: Live the summer in the church’s parsonage, and
preach Sundays from June through August. Of course, who knows what kind of
shape the parsonage is in.
I haven’t looked at my laptop until now, and I’ve been here
almost a week. Keith and I (and our dog Penny) drove here Monday in
separate cars. We lugged suitcases up three flights of stairs to a
well-appointed two-bedroom condo which felt, surprisingly, like an oven.
Surprisingly, because the temperature outside was only 78, and I have paid for
a unit with air conditioning. Apparently, a unit on the top floor heats up
quickly, but that’s another story.
Katherine arrived Tuesday evening, and I cooked dinner for
her, not the best way to try to cool down a condo. But it was wonderful. The three of us (four with Penny) did some
nature walking off the Blue Ridge Parkway – I’ve never seen the rhododendron
bloom like they are blooming now, in shades of pink and white, everywhere.
Katherine and me
Keith and Penny departed Thursday, and Katherine left yesterday. Things were busy while they were here, and now I am alone.It’s 8:30 a.m., and I see on the radar much heavier rain on
the way, due to arrive at exactly the time I will need to start my trek to
church. At least I have an umbrella.
Two days ago, Katherine and I enjoyed a visit to Arborcrest
in Boone, a private (free) garden open only on Fridays by reservation. We
walked the hilly two-mile loop and the trails in between, hardly seeing any
people. The elderly doctor who owns the garden designed it to resemble Disney
World – though, of course, there are only plants, no rides. It’s fantastic,
whimsical, lovely. Here are some photos:
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