On the right is a photo of Peter, my ninth-grade son who is growing up quickly. He's on the school football here at Christian Academy of Knoxville. They're in the first round of playoffs, and last night they were victorious over South Greene High School by a score of 9-0. It was freezing weather and the South Greene team had home field advantage but our Warriors never gave up. Peter plays running back and linebacker and although as a ninth grader he has seen limited action, he is in there, plugging away like the rest of the dedicated players.I am extremely proud of Peter.
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I got up this morning and saw the outside thermometer: 28 degrees F here in Knoxville! Frost on the ground...reminds me of one of my favorite poems, "When the Frost is on the Punkin" by James Whitcomb Riley. Here's the last stanza:
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
