You in your small corner, and I in mine

When we first started signing up for SOWER projects, we would wait for others to sign up first to avoid the 'dreaded' job of GL (group leader).  Sometimes no one signs up, however, so the two of you find yourselves on a project all alone.
I used to pity those who were in this position. They must be so lonely, I thought.  Isn't one of the points of working for SOWERs to have fellowship with others?  What on earth do they do for three weeks in a remote place?  
Now we find ourselves in a remote place.  We did our duty; we signed up for a place not many go to.  It has been a different project, but the first two weeks have already flown by. There's not much fellowship, nothing to do in this tiny village, nothing much on TV.  I've been surprisingly content, though, reading, working on my writing, even a bit of sewing.

By a babbling brook

It's as if we caught the hosts by surprise, as they scrambled to find something meaningful we could do for them.  Terry managed to be busy to some extent, if you call tending a fire, busy.

This is fellow-shipping, too

After two days of throwing branches into the fire, I said to the secretary,  "I can help you with filing in the office."  She seemed pleased.
The next day I was given a 'small task', which led to days and days of filing.  And I'm still not done.

Today, on our day off, we were driving again, to bird watch, of course.  Early morning fog hung low on the mountains, as we left the canyon, and headed to some marsh two hours away.
"Sing the SOWER song with me", I said to hubby.  I sang a solo.
"It's not a work day, " he defended himself.
"But we have to catch up!" I explained.
That reminded me of singing with my dad in the car when I was four years old as he drove me to preschool. This is one of the songs we sang:

Jesus bids us shine, with a pure, clear light.
Like a little candle, burning in the night.
In this world of darkness, so we must shine...

My dad didn't know this song at first, because he was from a different country, but he liked it, and sang enthusiastically with me.
I never dreamed, at the age of four, that I was being a light to my dad, even though I didn't really know the meaning of the sentences.

Just then the sun broke through the fog in a bright shaft of light. I connected the dots. We were shining in our small corner at the school in the canyon. How thrilled the office staff was when they saw how Terry had tidied and organized one of their little rooms that had become a resting place for all sorts of objects.  They couldn't get over how much better the room looked, and thanked him over and over.

You in your small corner, and I in mine.

Bonus: a picnic outside the car