Valentines comes along each year and I can't help but recall many of my past ones where I was either with one of my bad choices or by myself and I am so grateful that Dick and I found each other!
I bet you all have stories like these too, but rather than bore you with my memories, I will show you a beautiful wishing well we discovered on one of our crop dusting tours.
...And I will paint a picture....
Just there, by itself, stands a wishing well.
Forlorn you might think,
but no...
Someone's hands carefully laid the stones in mortar. Only a foot at a time and then it had to dry to withstand the weight of the next layer.
Who picked those stones?
Did they come from a field or a barn foundation of perhaps someone's fireplace?
Did a young man build this for his bride? Her watching from the kitchen window of the farmhouse and maybe bringing him a cool glass of water when the sun's rays became too hot?
I can see him, in my mind's eye, hewing the blocks of wood with his axe to make shingles and laying them ever so carefully so that the sun would not heat the well's water.
Perhaps she was the one who whitewashed his handmade creation to preserve it for a time?
Whose hands have touched the crank, bringing up the cool sweetness from the earth?
As I drive away and leave this wonder,
I am glad I am loved.
A story comes from a modest country yard...
Did you look around you today and see something through my eyes?
All Pictures were taken and downloaded directly from my Digital Camera, a Nikon P90 without alteration of any kind.
