I don’t want to let go. Our summer has been so ineffably sweet, I will hang on to it forever.
Beautiful weather. No need to run the AC—except that we occasionally put it on for Baby Dylan when we have to leave him for a few hours in the closed-up home. Okay there were a couple of times when at home, that we broke the humidity by turning on the AC for very short spells, but always with the doors and windows wide open to the out-of-doors. And due to the ubiquitous AC in most every indoor place, our favorite summer restaurant has become a local pub with outdoor seating.
Leisurely early morning strolls around our park. Visits with friends. Plenty of summer knitting, which always brings woolly recollections of being 8 years old and learning to knit on the porch of our family cottage at Lake Winnebago. Bookish naps on our shady afternoon patio. And best of all, mellow days with the three generations which have resulted from our marriage of 61 years!
Recently Joe and I had the (probably once in a lifetime) experience of having our portraits painted by a friend, Janet Roberts, who is a professional artist. We didn’t have to sit it out, as Janet works from photographs. You can check out our portraits (“Joe in Winter Hat” and “Margaret in Summer Hat”) on Janet’s website. Just GOOGLE “Janet Roberts, Brookfield Wisconsin Artist” and click on “Gallery” from the home page menu, Voilà!
Our portraits have inspired a lot of mulling and musing. With all the wonderful photos I have today—hundreds in albums and hundreds more in my computer files—a painted portrait is something unique. I reflect on how for centuries paintings and sculptures were the only way a person’s image could be captured and preserved. I think of the court painters such as Holbein, sent out by Henry VIII so he could visualize a future wife. (I’d sure hate to have been one of those!) And commodious stairwells lined with ancestors in great houses down through history. Photography is an amazingly wonderful art, yet there is something ALIVE about paint in the hands of an accomplished artist such as our friend, Janet.
Mellow days, and a summer to remember. A summer of quiet contentment and simply joys. A summer of plenty in a world that grows more crazy, more sin ridden and tragically brutal every single day. A summer in which I feel compelled to share at every possible opportunity, the one and only LIVING HOPE—that hope which is more real than this keyboard on which I type.
In the midst of a world where an American journalist is decapitated against the background of an American president deeply engrossed in golfing and fund-raising, Our Lord Jesus Christ will return! As He came to earth 2000 plus years ago to die for our sin and rise victorious over evil, He will return—to gather His own to Himself, and finally to reign for 1000 years in Jerusalem: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.
Margaret L. Been, September 2014