Let us draw Twain’s “curtain of charity” over the amount of time that has passed since my last post.
Some things have changed around here: Becca has moved home, Mom is working as an LPN again, Dad is now a Farmer’s Insurance agent (call him!), and somehow summer is almost over. There is one tree in our neighborhood that is a vivid yellow, and bits of red have popped up in a few spots. I can hardly wait for the fall colors to really come out!
Last night when I got home, I looked up and saw so many more stars than usual. The moon is waning right now but I didn’t realize it was already getting dark enough to see so much! The stars always remind me of Shakespeare’s description in “The Merchant of Venice”:
“Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There is not the smallest orb which thou behold’st
But in his motion like an angel sings.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”