The weekend has been full.  It’s only Sunday morning and I wonder what this day will bring?  What adventure(s) will be in store?

We are all Sisyphus are we not?  A friend reminded me of the enduring truth of this myth.  Each of us is subject to fate, the inexorable consequence of cause and effect which form the constraints of the particular life that you or I are living.  And yet, like Sisyphus it is possible to find satisfaction in the minutiae of responsibility and weight of rolling one’s boulder up the mountain.  And of following it down to retrieve it once again…

The photo of a shaving cream covered grandchild was taken Friday upon occasion of a shaving cream laced game of tag played by three grandchildren.  The game was a riot of racing around to tag a cousin with handfuls of shaving cream.

The additional photos were taken at the Saturday farmers market in Batavia.  A light rain was falling and with umbrellas in hand we made purchases and had a brief conversation with familiar vendors.  A loaf of bread was purchased; we enjoyed breakfast tacos as we palpably absorbed the presence of neighbors and the magnificence of nature.  The cone flowers are at peak of summer bloom.

As we crossed the bridge over the Fox River in return to our vehicle parked nearby, two great herons caught our attention.  One was white and the other grey.  I like this photo as it shows the beauty of the Great Blue Heron by it’s river habitat and the falling rain.

Moments unaccountably come that are sacred.