It is that time of the year for “ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties and things that go bump in the night.” The days are getting shorter. Soon daylight savings will be over and outside will be dark thirty at 5:30. Halloween is the climax of this season that is well marked with trick-or-treating, costume parties, haunted houses, hayrides, bobbing for apples, cake walks and various other festival activities.
This past Saturday, we welcomed thousands of visitors to our Chapel grounds for 2017 A Day in the Country. And while I watched those thousands of visitors enjoying roasted corn, kids’ rides, barbecue, and vendor offerings, I watched our Chapel faithful work side by side.
He sits under the myrtle tree on the side of my driveway. Before that, he kept watch in my “Mimi” and “Grandaddy’s” garden. He is very worn from being exposed to the elements over many years, and is broken in two pieces, but you can still see his features. You can still see the contemplative, almost melancholy look on his face.