At first it seemed an unlikely night to go out, with hot chocolate, snacks to share, and homemade lanterns, and gather together at Carkeek Park to hear the story of St. Martin and sing songs as we walked along through the dark park. It was wet. It was rainy. It was cold. It was dark. But truly, the idea of the man who lived far away and long ago, the singing and the sheer adventure and novelty of being out in the elements in the dark with a bunch of other families -- including a wonderful storyteller, a good song leader and an incredibly great builder of fires, gave us all a warm, cozy, sweet feeling inside. And we only reluctantly piled back into the mini-van to return home.
Lucy and I continued reading our new most favorite book ever -
Meindert DeJong's Wheel on the School. I had never heard of the author, but the story is so far a beautiful perfect jewel. I want to read everything this man ever wrote.
No surprise that Lucy ended up in a tree, with her friend, Nate.
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