Extraordinary Ordinary Life
Yesterday morning I drove my son to pick strawberries for a local farm. Something he and a couple of his friends have been doing for the past couple weeks. Nothing uncommon for some country kids wanting to earn their own spending money. The farmers are grateful for the help too, so its a win-win situation. Nothing extraordinary, just ordinary life here in West Virginia. But on our way to the farm, I saw something extraordinary. It was the backdrop of an ordinary tree. On an ordinary gravel road. On an ordinary morning. Even at the risk of being a couple minutes later than he wanted to be for work, I stopped the Jeep and captured a couple pictures. Then on the way home, behind me I noticed another version of the same sunrise, and it made me wonder if there was something more. Something I may not be seeing by looking behind. So I turned around, drove up to the "run-away" truck ramp to take a closer look for myself. And I found this: I don't know about y'all, but my...