There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…. ~Ecclesiastes 3:1I am weary of summer, grown heavy simmering in its humid and languid decadence. Even the trees are drooping with its weight, languishing in the din of the cicadas. It is time for fall to trim summer’s excess and free the horizon once more.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Turn, turn, turn . . .