i climb through the garden fence
one last bucket of peppers
in hand
the sun is hot like summer but i know
it's winding down,
the nighttime cricket chorus confirms it....
i dread
the wan light of the days to come
but hope is dread's antonym
and fall and winter bring
their own joys in which to hope
bright leaves
shopping
jingle bells
snow
savory meals
a perhaps trip to the dominican
it's my
choice,
hope or dread
joy or complaining
it's my
choice,
where my mind dwells
paul exhorts -
whatever is true,
whatever is honorable,
whatever is just,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is commendable,
if there is any excellence,
if there is anything worthy of praise,
think about these things
so would it be horrible to hang
my stockings in september?
how do you feel about fall and winter?
746. lunch with siblings
747. colleagues
748. gathering round the living room for bible study
749. son playing music in church
750. my girl, the one i mentor
751. clothes on the clothesline
752. football games
753. my husband, who makes me laugh everyday
754. a document camera at work
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