Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.
On my little journey of beautiful places drawing ever nearer to my home, today’s stop is Normandy.
Normandy itself was beautiful. I didn’t know I could so readily fall in love with a place that wasn’t my home. Even Wyoming took its time to grow on me.
But with Normandy, it was love at first sight.
Lush green farmland. Cows. Old stone buildings. History. Friendly people. Patisseries. Beaches.
The beaches are beautiful.
I couldn’t look at them without feeling a pit in my stomach and a lump in my throat.
This is a place where brave men sacrificed themselves for others. It doesn’t get more beautiful and terrible than that.
We’ve talked about taking a family trip to Normandy. I want my children to see and know what happened there.
“Do they have regular beaches there?” one of my children asked.
“Yes,” I said, because I had seen them — stretches of sand and ocean.
But I’m not sure I could play there, on these beaches where men died.
Imagine, if you will, that our soldiers hadn’t done what they did there. What a different world we would live in. It almost compels me to play there — and enjoy the freedom purchased with their sacrifice.
A friend tagged me in a photography challenge that involves posting nature photos (taken by me) for seven days. She did it on Facebook, but I’m going to do mine here, starting with far away places and moving closer to home every day.
Today, Day #3, is from Normandy, over 3400 miles from Cooperstown!
I’m going to tag some of my favorite bloggers to take up the challenge too. If you’re tagged and don’t want to do it, that 110% fine with me. I totally understand.
Vanessa — I’m tagging you because I love your garden pictures. Flowers always make me smile.