SIMPLE SUNDAYS....Fishing at the Pond

The church we attend is a country church and sits on a big piece of acreage, almost park-like. There's a huge lawn with a baseball diamond at the rear, and a grove of maple trees with a good pavilion and a nice-sized pond. Occasionally, on a Sunday afternoon in spring, summer or fall, Lem and Luke load up a cooler, get the poles and grab some worms from the garden and head off for a pleasant couple of hours fishing at the pond. Their favorite to catch and release are the big bass there.

And every chance they get after a church potluck in the pavilion, they'll head over to the pond, like many other dads and sons. I thought I'd share today a couple photos of a simple Sunday afternoon pastime. There's something so simple and pure about fishing: you don't need to do much to feel a kinship and companionship, and nothing better for a dad and his son to make quiet memories to tide them over during the hectic and busy days of their lives, not just now but forever!