Look Well to the Growing Edge!

Every moment of Summer 2025 felt like living in sacred time. It was a wonderful summer, we did it right.

A girls weekend in Presque Isle.

Blueberries!

Lots of teenage packing for a variety of big things.

A summer baseball game in State College with the Remillard family.

A Ruth/Art Peddle Paddle.

Plenty of other fun like trips for ice cream, 90th birthday party for our next-door neighbor,a marathon game night,  roasting s'mores,  Sunday afternoon movie, taste testing Crumbl cookies, brother-sister day that included an escape room,  and a XC team good-bye breakfast on the patio.

Our wonderful Alton Street neighbors, birthday girl in the middle!

The Wallace Family Reunion and a side trip to Old Guinston Presbyterian church, the resting place of many Wallaces.

And then, after so many sacred summer moments, we walked together to the "growing edge."

First, we delivered Ruth to Washington, D.C., for her gateway orientation to an adventure of a young lifetime-- living abroad in Germany as an exchange student for the next year.

A family run the morning she left.

                                                            

                                        

    

And just 11 days later we packed Abe up for his next chapter at Duquesne University.

And then there were two.

Sidney the Dog Blog is a treasure trove of much love and life, spanning nearly 17 years.  As we grow into our next season, the space may grow a bit quieter.  But we do highly recommend our readership bookmark the Ruth Remillard Germany 2025-2026 blog.  💗  

All around us worlds are dying and new worlds are being born; all around us life is dying and life is being born. The fruit ripens on the tree, the roots are silently at work in the darkness of the earth against a time when there shall be new lives, fresh blossoms, green fruit. Such is the growing edge! It is the extra breath from the exhausted lung, the one more thing to try when all else has failed, the upward reach of life when weariness closes in upon all endeavor. This is the basis of hope in moments of despair, the incentive to carry on when times are out of joint and men have lost their reason, the source of confidence when worlds crash and dreams whiten into ash. The birth of a child — life’s most dramatic answer to death — this is the growing edge incarnate. Look well to the growing edge!
—Howard Thurman