Saturday
The morning brought magic. It was beautiful beyond words to walk the gardens with a touch of mist arising from the night of rain. Once again my mother, gone for over 50 years, sang to me a favorite morning song from our yellow kitchen bathed in the eastern sun, I owe the Lord a morning song of gratitude and praise. For the kind mercy he has shown in lengthening out my days. Today was another meal preparation morning at church. It's been a while but it was our Saturday crew time. I left home at 8 and returning at 1. We were pretty busy the whole morning long, always sure to be happy when on the way home taking a tired body with me. This peony was a gift to us from a long ago church buddy Mr. Monday more than 50 years ago. ...