walking to emmaus

It is so easy to relate to toady's gospel.
Karen and I would walk and talk, endlessly, on the road to Esko.
We never discussed religion...mine was quite foreign to her and rudimentary to me. Long walks, on a country road, in the warm afternoon sun, with a good friend is as good as it gets...unless you run into Jesus on the way!

And it happened that, while he was with them at table,he took bread, said the blessing,broke it, and gave it to them.

It was a nice day for protesting...I preferred shopping.

.Activists out in full force

She's a rebel.

Rally # 2

This lap blanket has put a nice dent in the yarn stash...making room for next fall.