Today as I passed the Library, I saw some workers cutting down the cold feather reeds. One of the workers was wearing a pair of headphones.
A hundred years ago, I wonder if the garden worker would have been singing a chanty or a field song while cutting down the tall golden stalks?
I'm ready to find a local church family. It's been a little while since I've felt at home in a church and it's hard to go from week to week without that body of support and fellowship. (Of course, my church family back at home still prays for me and treats me with pleasant times when I go home, but I haven't had a close local church family in a while.)
I'm hoping that I'll soon settle into a local church, but I am really impatient. I'm going to have to meet people one by one all over again and it's going to be a long time before I feel like I belong or am even known by people. I think I am spoiled by online relationships, where everyone's basic interests are nicely laid out in profiles and their character shines through clearly in their writing.
I am such a country girl.