Ah the Church Yard Sale!

While I do not know if it is, in fact, a universal practice to have church yard sales, it certainly is a significant tradition at nearly ever church with which I have been associated.  And what a fascinating thing it is, too!  People bring all kinds of things to a yard sale and is is wonderful that they are willing to share their extra with the church.narthex

 There are always interesting things and strange juxtapositions when people start bringing in their treasures for the sale, like a treadmill, rolltop desk and daybed in the Narthex. Not something you see every week.



Yes, it looks like an episode of Hoarders, but it’s just our choir room filled to the brim!


Then there are other treasures as well……..












This is one absolutely amazing squirrell! He appears to have antlers and is eating a bunch of grapes. I’ve never seen anything like it!



rowdy boy








And this year we’re doing a craft sale and bake sale as well.deer


Ultimately, what is wonderful about all of this is that after Saturday all of this will be converted into funds which will be used to sustain ministry at this church. Same thing that happens at churches around the country all the time.

Sometimes, it is hard to let go of our extra things in life. How many times have I thought that I should keep this extra whatever-it-is because someday I might break/loose the other four I have already? How often have I looked at the same items in a box at my house and remembered some funny story or important person that the item brought to my mind?  Countless times! We do not want to let go of the security that things provide. But, perhaps most of all, we hold tight to these things so that we may hold tight to the people and the memories that are so tenuously attached to them.

Letting go of things is letting go of people. Letting go of memories. There is something particularly healing about letting them go at the church. Yes, the ministries that are supported are a good cause, but it is more than that. The truth is we must let things die so that they might be resurrected. Crazy as it may sound, leaving our things–our possessions, the vessels of our long-clutched memories–at the church seems to emphasize the resurrection end of that truth. They and we go on to new life.



Farm Day

Today I went to a parishoner’s home and canned pimentoes. I love pimentoes! We did this last year, too, and it was the first time I’d ever canned anything in my life. Neat experience.

I also got to shoot a lot of pictures in her garden, too. Here’s butterfly and red flowersa black swallowtail butterfly (at least, I think that’s what it is) hovering over a red flower in her garden. Lots of pictures, so maybe more later.

Half Day Off

Today was a half day off and I spent part of it in Dillsboro.  I can tell that spring is officially here, not because of flowers or pollen or warmer weather. I can tell because everywhere I go, people ask me something about my ‘visiting the area’. Tourist season is upon us. Before long, we will be beset by the one and only traffic woe we have in this area: the slow and confused vacationer. A friend of mine once said she wanted a bumper sticker that said “please get out of my way, I am not on vacation”. So I shopped for a bit in Dillsboro, determined that a half day off would not turn into a full day that just got started late. Got fudge from the chocolate shop to take home to mom in a few days and was sad to see that the fabric store is yet another small shop fallen prey to hard financial times. Apparently it closed last week. 

 Dillsboro Chocolate Shop Spring creeps up the mountain side and each day on my way home from work I can see more and more of the grey-brown coats of the mountains turning into their lovely spring dresses. Watching the seasons change is like seeing the tide marks on the sand as the ocean slinks in and out. Lovely flowers out in front of our church and also Jarrett Memorial Baptist Church. 

 flowersJarrett Memorial Baptist Church 

 But, perhaps most lovely of all are these Lenten Roses.  I think that’s what they are, though I could certainly be corrected if they are not. I just learned that they previously belonged to the mother of a parishioner and were replanted here upon the lady’s death. Quite nice, I think. 

 Lenten Rose

Blueberry Candy

A parishioner gave me fresh blueberries from her garden. I washed them in preparation to freeze them for use in a pie later on because it is too hot and time is too short at the mome

blueberries in the strainer

blueberries in the strainer

nt. But I couldn’t resist eating a handful of them right out of the strainer. They were soooo good that it was like eating blueberry candy.

Visiting friend has departed. Photos of the parkway tomorrow.