A few days ago, I left my garden and was approaching the house when suddenly, I was transfixed by the sweetness of the scene before me: Sage was embracing his father, who was lying in the hammock. Sage’s head was lying upon Paul’s, and the timeless tenderness of this scene almost moved me to tears.
Then I realized they were both staring fixedly at the screen of Paul’s phone. So much for the timelessness.
I was chagrined to realize the truth, but then I thought, “Hey–at least they’re getting their screen time in the fresh air and sunshine!”
And that, in these modern times, is progress.