My editor at the newspaper has always been kind enough to give me profile pieces or articles that allow me to do interviews over the phone. She understands our homeschooling schedule. But today I filled in for her to cover a county commissioner’s meeting mid afternoon. It’s my least favorite thing to write about. There are no fun adjectives to describe grants and taxes and a bad economy.
I kind of dreaded it. I grumbled pulling out of the driveway.
I caught this cute trio waving goodbye as I buckled my seatbelt. And I continued to click my camera as I drove to the meeting that I wasn’t looking forward to attending.
But the mums on display made me want to stop and stay awhile.
And the tunnel of trees that stood on their tiptoes gave me a standing ovation.
And the uneducated school of tubes, that are obviously going nowhere in life made me giggle.
The little white church with the copper bell on top, it’s worthy of all the attention it gets.
And the sidewalk paths near the state park that lead to deer and rabbits and picnics and memories; it makes me grateful for the community we call home. And thankful for the leaders that I listen to and write about and vote for (and attend their meetings that I sometimes dread).
Maybe at times in life it’s more about the journey and less about the destination.