“For thus has the Lord said to me: “Go, set a watchman,
Let him declare what he sees.”
“… I stand continually on the watchtower in the daytime;
I have sat at my post every night.”
Isaiah 21: 6 & 8
Hedydd was at her post just after noon. She chose a spot that allowed, despite the long leaves of the peace lily, a fair view through the glass door to the street beyond.
There she determined to stay, until the day’s mail arrived and her watch was ended. She waited with thousands of others, throughout Alabama and throughout the world. It was moment to celebrate.
It was a quintessentially Southern afternoon, perfect for this quiet celebration. Fresh-baked bread rested under a cotton towel; iced tea steeped in the old pitcher. Clouds, just begging to burst, built high into the hot air. Cicadas thrummed their love song, waiting. Hoping.
The doorbell rang and a brown package passed into eager hands. Apron removed and iced tea poured, Hedydd settled into a big, comfy chair. The wait was over and the adventure began.
Mad for the Farthing Crowd 