Thursday, August 11, 2011

 Our economies are crashing and tragedy surrounds us.  But, in this microcosm it is a clear, beautiful August morning.  The cicadas are droning in the arborvitae and a balmy breeze is wafting through my window.  In the garden many of the pumpkins are already orange and the tassels on Colleen's quorum of corn plants are turning brown.  It's the kind of  summer day that I can  sink into and and appreciate the gift of my life in this here and now.  After 52  years on the planet I've learned to embrace that ol'  truism "stop and smell the roses."

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