Up at 7 this morning, I enjoyed the quiet while I walked downstairs and sat in the den. Outside the window the front lawn was wet with the remnants of an overnight shower. Everything gets shiny slippery-looking.
By 8 we were off to attend mass with my parents at their sweet St. Paul catholic church, nestled right up against the Shenandoah mountains in Little Washington, VA. I remember a few Septembers ago when my grandmother's funeral was held in this church. It is a bright and cheerful building, and when I walked out that day the hillside across the street was painted in beautiful oranges and brilliant reds.
After attending mass today, in Latin, which was summum bonum ("greatest good"), we drove down route 522 to attend our own church services in Culpeper. It was damp and humid and lush.
We spent an hour this evening talking and laughing after the power went out due to a somewhat violent storm that moved in. All was well, and after the lights came back on we finished a board game and then got the boys off to bed.
Looking forward to time with local family tomorrow for the fourth. Good times.