Life in Lynchburg, Virginia

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his past Saturday we tried to get a little rest after a long, hard, grueling week. It was an enjoyable morning.

The day began with David noticing an adorable bunny standing in the yard cleaning his fur. I grabbed my camera and took a picture, but I think I spooked him because shortly after I took the picture he decided to sprint away through the woods.

It’s amazing and wonderful to see God’s wildlife frolicking around our yard. Of course, we have encouraged that behavior by putting out apples for the deer during the cold weather and by cultivating the clover that attracts the bunnies.

I had to work Saturday, so we needed to find someplace where I could log onto the internet. So we headed for the Lynchburg Market. It was a very busy day there with people everywhere. Piles of fresh vegetables were stacked everywhere. Breads and sweets were displayed by our Amish farmer, Amos. Bright flashes of color burst from the flower stalls. And people called to their friends when they saw them, walked over and hugged each other and inquired about their families and activities since the last time they had seen each other.

The market is just such a wonderful place and simply exudes the heart of Lynchburg.

Many times when we have visited the market we’ve seen musicians playing in the central courtyard area. This week, there was a solo guitarist playing and singing in the courtyard. We’ve found the musicians at the market to be quite impressive and this guitarist/singer was every bit as good as the others.

The musicians play for whatever folks are moved to place in their hats or guitar cases. This guitarist had a small box at his feet filled with bills when we walked by. He smiled and nodded at people as they passed.

Many of the sellers at the market bring their children with them on market day. The young girl in the picture to the left here was with her sister, brother, and mother. They own a farm named “Our Father’s Farm, ” a reference, I’m sure, to God, our Father—another one of the ways Lynchburg is desirable to our family. It is a city that is quite open and accepting of Christians, even though we often don’t put the best face forward.

After the market, we crossed the street to the White Hart for some friend apple pie, Italian sodas, and a latte.

You’ve seen my latte from this past Saturday in the blog header for the past couple of days. I love good coffee and there is none better than the coffee you can get at the White Hart.

I also picked up The Politics of Freedom, by David Boaz. The subtitle of this book is, “Taking On the Left, the Right, and Threats to Our Liberties.” So far, it is an outstanding book and it also carries the Libertarian flavor that we love so much in Lynchburg.

It is sad to see our time come to an end here. But it is time to move on now.