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“No weather is ill, if the wind be still.”
–The Old Farmer’s Almanac
I don’t know about you, but I get excited at each new month because my senses are tickled with wonderful traditions.
If today is fair, September will be glorious. If it pours ‘cats and dogs,’ drought will follow. If on September 19th there comes a storm from the south, the winter will be mild. If on St. Michael’s day there are many acorns on the ground, the fields will be covered in snow for Christmas.
When the neighbor’s rooster crows, here comes the rain. If birds sing in the rain, they prompt fair weather ahead. If a hawk flies high, the sky is clear. If it flies low, watch for inclemency.
This is definitely not climate change, but a wonderful expectation of God’s goodness through the weather patterns.
Whatever weather is coming your way for September, I trust it will keep you nourished and protected.
A Pexels Image
First the sky is black
Then forms the sun’s yellow glow
For the tree to grow
“Keep your eyes on the sun and you will not see the shadows.”
Painting by Patricia Govezensky
The root meaning of ‘pandemic’ is fear coming from the Pan god.
Two — daring to go
Sunny open air café
Without wearing a mask!
Photo of Jerusalem
When the people welcomed Jesus riding on a donkey toward the gate of Jerusalem, they shouted “Hosanna in the Highest.” Five days later they shouted “Crucify him!”
It seems to me that we should be singing “Hosanna” every day given the fact that Hosanna means, “Come please save…us.”
A Bing Image Quote
We shall never retreat against a puppet administration that is a death culture in America.
“Never, never, never give in, except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of evil.”
“Retreat, Hell! We’re not retreating, we’re just advancing in a different direction.”
America shall be saved and the world shall follow…says the Lord.
A Bing Image
A very tiny courtesy
I found to do today,
‘Twas quickly done, with none to see.
And then I ran away…
But Someone must have witnessed it,
For truly I declare
As I sped back the stony path
Roses were blooming there!