My White Picket Fence

image-743bd3f3b8b00d17705e3cadfa1ab59689ecc83618cdb76bd158961e993bb4ec-V.jpgI’ve got the American Dream but with a little flare. My white picket fence is more like cedar posts with woven wire. My society determined average of 2.5 kids looks more like a recently placed child from foster care. My suburban wife is a butchy cheesemaker that wears muddy boots.

The driveway is gravel. There’s a small chunk of the siding that flaps a little when it gets windy. The trees whistle and the wind chimes create a loud chorus of beauty when a storm brews.

The sunsets vary depending on the time of year. They look and feel different. I prefer the brightness and hopefulness that winter sunsets bring. They are still.

The cars have AWD and winter tires that are on for half the year. My better half spent what seemed like forever determining the best winter tires available. My ‘everyday shoe’ is a lightweight (2lbs!) boot that can go to -30 degrees quite comfortably.

The air smells of wood stove, cedar chests, and dirt. When I do the laundry a handful of work clothes will have the distinct smell from cheese making. Which reminds me, that the laundry gets spread out so that the water pump has time to refill from the water well.

My white picket fence is everything it needs to be.


3 thoughts on “My White Picket Fence

  1. You always strike a deep cord with Gma and me, with your Muddled Sunrise blog posts. I hope you are keeping a written record of them. You share aspects of your life with others, in such a touching way. Thanks for sharing them with us! Love you, Gma & Gpa



  2. I’ve read a couple of your other posts but comments seem to be closed. So I hope you don’t mind me adding my comments here.

    I wanted to say:

    How many people go to your “micro church? We’re usually lucky to have 12, but we are the second church in a bigger parish with a much older parish church parts of which date from just after the Norman Conquest, so late 11th or early 12th century.

    I love the idea of a potluck after service fellowship. We have tea and biscuits. Maybe we should try more of a potluck approach some time.

    After reading the second blog post I’m not sure what to say. We are an Inclusive parish, part of a British organisation called Inclusive Church. You would get a better welcome in my small church. In the bigger church a few people might think like your ex-prison worker, but most would ignore you just because they don’t know you. I find it hard socialising there myself, although if I’ve preached there it can lead to a few brief chats afterwards.


    1. Thanks for your comments. I require new comments from people that have not commented before to be approved so that may be why it did not initially show up. Nonetheless thank you for commenting anyway :). I do think that 12 attendees might sound about right. Maybe 15. Although on Christmas Eve it was a packed house! They may have come from many surrounding little towns though because I’ve never seen some of them. The potluck thing is pretty neat. No stress, no expectation, just food or not and no one gets upset over it.

      I think the larger welcome in a smaller church may happen to some extent because it is so small that they have to be welcoming to some extent. The ignoring bit is painful. If the church is to continue to flourish, churches must to better with welcoming and engaging new visitors and members.


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