“Frail as summer’s flow’r we flourish, blows the wind and it is gone”*

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? After a busy Friday with two social engagements and multiple phone calls with loved ones, the rest of my weekend was very quiet. But as the dog days of August wind down, we are looking forward to a busy September.

FaceTiming with Katiebelle

I did my homework for my Bible class, which meets on Thursdays. There are 40 or so women in the class, so it is divided in two and I am in the class with mostly old ladies. I was shocked to be so placed, but then I remembered that I am an old gray-haired lady. I do not feel like one, but it has been many years since my children were in middle school! There are a few women with college-aged kids in my group, so I don’t feel too bad. Anyway, we are reading Leviticus, which you will recall, is the third book of the Pentateuch, following Exodus. It is all about being holy.

We also put the patio umbrella on the new (old) table.

Here is a great prayer by Archibald Alexander (1772-1851) for us gray-haired oldsters. “Now, when I am old and grey-headed, forsake me not; but let Thy grace be sufficient for me; and enable me to bring forth fruit, even in old age. May my hoary head be found in the ways of righteousness!” Read the whole thing.

*Hymn #77, Henry Lyte, 1834