This past Saturday, the weather was just right for line-drying some of my favorite wool afghans and two of my mother's new-to-her tablecloths.
Our clothesline runs between two pecan trees, which are now yielding their fruit, so I also spent some pleasant time beginning the harvest.
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Genesis 8:22
The LORD hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad.
Psalm 126:3

