Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us . . . the angel that we may be. ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe
This past weekend blogger friend Miranda (scatteringmoments) and her husband Jim visited us from Ohio.
As my partner Sara has said, one of the pleasures in having guests is the chance to explore some of the special places in our Bluegrass Region of Kentucky, ones we wouldn’t take the time to tour under ordinary conditions.
Jim, like Sara, is a bourbon drinker, so the two dragged Miranda and me, their better (and sometimes more sober) halves, along on Saturday to visit the distilleries that make up what’s commonly called the “Bourbon Trail.”
The tours intrigued but temperatures were hot, infernal even—the high, 105° Fahrenheit. However, when we entered the barns, where barrels are stored, temperatures cooled, and we enjoyed the sweet aroma of bourbon and oak. Kentuckians call the scent “angel share,” because it’s considered a gift to the gods, an exchange for protection, against fire in particular, since the combination of alcohol and wood can be highly volatile.
It was wonderful to share this experience with others—the real and richer angel exchange for us—the new friends we found along the bourbon/blogging trail.
(Stay Tuned: More about angel Miranda–and the disaster we averted during her visit–in the coming days.)
In the meantime, Happy 4th of July (Independence Day in the US) to all my other angel readers both in America and elsewhere. May the “angel share” keep you safe from fire and harm this holiday, especially in the US, where dry, hot weather can create dangerous conditions during pyrotechnic displays.
What explosive plans do you have for this week?
Note: This post is adapted from one my partner Sara did on her photo-a-day site, “Que Sera Sara.” Thanks to Sara for her photos and many of her words.
I look forward to being back reading your blogs after the holiday.