Over a week ago I was at a local grocery store and their gardening section was being partly dismantled…it was nearly the end of the planting season and the last of the pansies and petunias were being given away and would be trashed soon. I couldn’t bear that.

I have spent the last few hours going through old files. It is hard to part with all those ideas I had for stories, but alas, there is so little time and so many stories to tell.

It’s so easy to put seniors in a box. They still love laughter and cake and coffee and they miss their husbands, their kids who live far away and the friends who have already made their home in heaven. They are more than white hair, walkers and hip replacements.

I’m peeling an orange…probably for the thousandth time in my life. This one has seeds and I spit them onto a small plate in front of me. There is an aggravation in orange seeds. As a child I was very careful. I didn’t want an orange tree planted in my stomach.

One thing God gave me was the ability to laugh at myself. Oh yes, I am serious about important things…my faith, my family and my friends, but about myself? No siree!

This morning I wasn’t feeling that well. Luckily I had put the big coffee pot on the counter the night before and the cups on a tray. All was pretty well set up for the Bible study gang. They get together for coffee and conversation during the summer, so no pressure to preach