A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Summer is quickly slipping away. My garden has been obliterated by hail. Gardens seem to me to be faith in action. We plant our seeds, watch the plants grown, enjoy the produce, and see them stricken before their time by weather events. Rather like life. Some of us are stricken too soon before we have a chance to enjoy a true harvest of our efforts -- like those people stricken with dementia or other types of terminal illnesses. Others of us live long and fruitful lives. It is a mystery who gets what type of life. Our goal, it would seem, is to make the best of whatever life has given us. I read a quote recently by Mark Nepo that said in essence that as we deal with the events life provides us, we are broken down into joy. That is a lovely way to think of the purpose of life and the challenges that each of us has.
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