And I lounge beneath the willows dappled shade restless with not knowing how best to spend this perfect and perhaps last summer’s day—read? write? nap? think deep and sentimental thoughts of summer’s passing…
Yes, this is what Sunday is for– celebrating the need to do nothing but revel in what God has already done.
For this gentle breath of wind and last summer’s warmth of sun on skin.
It’s all so delectable, so restful, so…GOOD.
And I listen to birdsong in the quiet wake of neighborhood lawn mowing now ceased,
as autumn steals softly in with this day of benediction for all the goodness of summer.
“And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.” Gen.1:12
“All your works shall give thanks to you, O LORD, and all your saints shall bless you.” Ps.145:10