Because our summer started late, we’re still enjoying spectacular days. Temps in the upper 80s, sun blazing down on dry earth, tomatoes still ripening, sprinkler systems running all times of the day and night.
No longer are we required to pack children off to school. The routine doesn’t change much from day-to-day, or season to season, when you’re retired.
And yet some things do change. Tonight husband Bob heads back to weekly choir practice. Soon he begins three rehearsals a week for three different bands.
And I’ve been busily working on some seasonally sensitive deadlines today in addition to some writing deadlines facing me.
Our Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) group starts up in three weeks. Plenty to do there organizing notebooks, calendaring items, making sure I’ve done all my tasks to make this year a success.
We’re volunteering in the big media awareness push sponsored by the Lewy Body Dementia Association. Lots of contacts to make, press release to circulate to TV and radio stations and newspapers, dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s here. We want success for this drive for awareness. And it’s our first time to volunteer for a nationwide program like this one.
And, of course, the mind wanders to all the things that are necessary to winterize the home and yard. Our weather forecast predicts rain next week. We’re hoping it’s not the kind that once it begins it just shoves its way on through fall and winter. Usually that kind of rain doesn’t let up until June. It makes for a real contrast between what today is and what that could turn these last summer days into.
No need to fret over changing seasons, however, for the Bible teaches us in Ecclesiastes:
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the human heart;
yet no one can fathom what God has done from
beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better
for people than to be happy and to do good while they live.
Linking up today with:
Joan at The Grace Cafe
and with Duane at