Today we celebrated Pentecost Sunday church here on the farm. We were thankful to be able to set the pews out on the lawn in the beautiful sunshine. Once again, the readings of the day were relevant to each of us. I do thank God for the gift of the Holy Spirit.
After church, the men put tables under the willow tree for our potluck. It was very cute to see Boone in the middle of the willow tree eating his lunch.
More people gathered and we watched the thunderheads build. Right about the time we finished our meal the raindrops began to fall. A few of us snagged a cup of coffee as the kids changed into their costumes.
Once again we were pleased to be regaled with a performance by the Full Circle Players.
This afternoon the children in our home school drama class, led by Rachel, performed the monologues and poems they chose and memorized.
We sat on bales of hay in the loft and the gentle early afternoon sun shone through the windows. Thankfully the rain eased up and it was easy to hear the children speak.
We tried not to laugh too hard as Angel, one of the goats, made her way up the stairs to the loft and began to eat the bales of hay that were in the backdrop.
One of the kids recited the Gettysburg Address. Maggie recited a poem by Jacqueline Bouvier, Sea of Joy. Rose recited a Walt Whitman poem about the end of the day. Patrick dramatized a monologue out of Shakespeare's St. Crispin's Day Speech. He wore a cape and brandished a sword given him by Max. I felt my blood stir and would have gone to battle immediately, had there been a battle to go join.
It was truly impressive. When I saw Patrick perform his speech it made me think of Philip and his years of performing Shakespeare. Oh, how proud he must be, if he had a glimpse of our afternoon activity today. I know I was proud.
The kids worked hard. They even recited some classic scripture verses. Maggie learned Psalm 91, Philip's favorite verses. It did bring tears to my eyes as her sweet voice intoned the words I had often heard from his lips.
After much applause, we left the loft and returned to the house for more coffee and plenty of homemade desserts, with talk of different grandparents and uncles and aunts volunteering their services to help with sets and costumes come fall production time.
When the realtor showed me the farm 5 years ago, I walked around the loft and dreamed of dramatic productions. This year the vision has become reality as Rachel leads our little homeschool group in their drama class.
It seemed like a stretch to think that our farm could produce the arts along with milk and meat and vegetables and bread. What a gift. It makes me happy.