Yesterday the weather turned chilly.
During breakfast we watched . . .
the fog roll in.
I'm certain that God provides us with fog and chilly days to give us a reason to hunker down and take time to get our indoor chores done. . .
and perhaps do a bit of reading.
On Sunday. .
we took down our hanging baskets. .
they didn't look bad. . .
but I was done with them.
As I followed the baskets procession to the way back. ..
I called a halt. . .
seeing a picture worth taking.. . .
and then called a . . .
The wheelbarrow did it's duty. . .
dumped the baskets. .
and we declared summer. .
for sure. . .
Yesterday. . .
without having the hanging baskets to water. . .
and the fog providing appropriate mood lighting. . . .
I printed off my Dad's life story.
Years ago my brother Gerry and sister inlaw Heidi did the laborious task of putting Dad's hand written words onto the computer.
We all got a copy for our computer. . .
and they lovingly gifted him with his own bound copy before he passed away.
I wanted to hold the pages.
I wanted to read again how he was such a thankful man.
I wanted to read again. . . .how he saw his difficult circumstances. . .a gift from a loving God.
I haven't finished the 101 pages yet.
I re-read the good parts.
Every story has parts you want to read . . . .
again. . .and again.