This is VBS week at church, one of our best weeks of the year. Not only are we packed with kids, many of whom come from the community,we also have almost 100 volunteers helping out. Many of these are young adults who started out attending VBS themselves and have been coming back every summer for years.
For my part, this year I get to play "Sailor Jack", a tourist who finds himself on the High Seas Expedition ship rather than a cruise. In years past I've been Scuba-roo, Sponge Rob, Skeeter, and so on. It's a lot of fun.
I like how my wife describes it:
First the drummer lays down the beat and then the music
begins.As it builds, joy fills the
room, in the form of song and dance.It
feels like a current, a wave washing over me. I’m in church actually and Vacation Bible
School has started for 2010.The energy
makes the building seem to vibrate.
Why do we love VBS?Maybe it’s because anyone can join us.All ages come. Newcomers and long-time membersget to know each other as we serve and help
each other, in the name of reaching out to children.It feels like a big reunionand kids literally dance for joy.
Occasionally I review photos in order to better organize them and delete some of the many pictures which aren't very good. In the course of doing so, I'm also reminded of some the photos I like best. Here is one of my favorites. I entitle it: Night Fishing. Great, isn't it?!
With careless hands a child kills an ant, many ants. Flies are far trickier, though once caught, they have little chance. And if darting birds don't grab them first, butterflies die a natural death; few people--collectors excepted--willfully still such tremulous beauty. --Insectopedia, page 12.
The combination of 100+ degree days and very little rain has made gardening an uphill battle this year. Yesterday we finally got some rain which also ushered in some very pleasant temperatures. But it came with a price: high winds that did a lot of damage. Surveying plants that were crushed by falling trees or blown over and broken off by the heavy wind was enough for me. "That does it," I said out loud. "I'm done. I give up for the year."
But that was yesterday and today is today. At 5 AM I headed out with a hand saw and pruning shears and took up the fight once again.
Apparently some of the tadpoles I brought home in the spring were Grey Tree Frogs. I found this guy on the back deck. He was hiding in a piece of PVC pipe that functioned like an amplifier, making him not only really cute, but also really LOUD.
You have probably noticed that you don't generally hear cicadas start singing until later in the morning. That's because when they start singing is temperature dependent. So when it is only 5;30 in the morning and you go out on your back deck and hear a multitude of cicadas already in full song, that is not a good sign. You know it's going to be a scorcher.
Earlier in the year, Linda and I went into the the city to see the 2009 Windland Smith Rice Award Winners. One of my favorite pictures was of a tent in the snow with the northern lights in the background (called, appropriately enough, Northern Lights at Churchill) by Linda Drake. This is my admittedly poor pic of that pic, but you can see the real things at http://www.lindadrake.com/home.php (her site is well worth a visit). Tomorrow, as the temperature breaks 100 degrees once again, I'll be thinking about this picture, imagining myself inside the tent...