Therefore they will be like the morning cloud And like dew which soon disappears, Like chaff which is blown away from the threshing floor And like smoke from a chimney.*

by chuckofish

Welcome to another rainy Saturday! We celebrated the last of the September birthdays this week. My sweet little guy

turned 24…. so for one year he can sing Neil Young’s “Old Man” (you know, “twenty-four and there’s so much more”).

He’s still my Tim — formidable beard and all — and he still has those perfect eyebrows. I wish I knew where he got them — certainly not from me!

The DH and I gave him a circular saw for his birthday. It just seemed like a fitting present for the grown-up version of this guy.

Just in case you’re worried, he’s carrying a movie prop — notice the green screen!

Although Tim is experienced with a wide variety of lethal tools, I will fret constantly about his fingers (he’s a musician!) and the cat’s tail. I can’t help it; it’s the mother reflex in me.

I confess that I’m a little sad that our family can’t celebrate birthdays and holidays together anymore, at least not often. Of course I know that it’s good for children to grow up, move away, and make lives of their own. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but permit me a little wistfulness now and then.  Metaphorically speaking, I’m not ready for October at all. I want to hold on to September a little longer.

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days
Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways,
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember,
Some crimson poppy of a late delight
Atoning in its splendor for the flight
Of summer blooms and joys.­
This is September. 

Lucy Maud Montgomery (of Anne of Green Gables fame)

I hope the weather in your area is suitably Fall-like and that the sun is shining. Have a great weekend and enjoy it for all it’s worth because it will never happen again!

*Hosea 13:3