Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Katydids scrape their fiddles and a scarlet leaf flutters on the dogwood tree. McIntosh apples plop to the ground. Honeysuckle perfumes a breeze.
I gasp. Fall's coming and I can't hold it back. Summer has been too hot, humid, and short. It seems as through school just closed, and school buses will roar again. Time marches like a band.
The drumbeat of this season! Bee keepers harvest their honey. The shelves of roadside markets glow with golden Mason jars.
Yesterday I stopped at the Misty Mountain Roadside Market. Queen Ann's lace spun doilies beside the market.
A man greeted me. "Sample this spoonful of honey," he said. "This wildflower honey is better for allergies than sourwood honey."
I savored the sweet offering and purchased a quart. I baked biscuits this morning and smothered them with butter and honey.
Besides honey, fall brings cooler weather. What a relief from the heat. I won't grieve the passing of summer. Soon it will be only a page of history.
The echoes of fall!
"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it," (Psalm 118:24).
Monday, July 6, 2015
God is faithful. The sun peeked through the clouds, blue skies spread a tent above the earth, and I was amazed. The sunflowers lifted their faces to the heavens and drank cups filled with sunshine. I ran outside and got a good dose of vitamin D. What a blessing to see the sun again.
Darkness just has to flee in the presence of light.
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