God,
  we are indeed your people 
  and the sheep of your pasture.
And yet we so often feel 
  and even behave
  as if we have no shepherd at all.
When the disciples  
  come to our house 
  offering your peace,
  help us greet them 
  with warm hospitality.
As they move along 
  to bring your peace to still others 
  help us find ways to support them
  and maybe even go along.

Pieces cut from old

flannel shirts - back, two front sides 

        for a (some day) quilt.

         

Five tomatoes, two
pumpkins, three squash snuggled in - (1)
       banquet on the way!

(1) snuggled into the garden bed, that is. Along with the garlic and onions already in.

Fibers, drawings, pots:

art reception at The Pete -

        crackers, cheese, cookies.

Dark cloud horizon,

long day care line approaches -

           Get 'em back before.......

 

It didn't rain after all. 

 Ate breakfast and lunch

and dinner, took out the trash -

      slow day for Charlie.

 

Ok - I did do a couple other things, helped clean a bit,  helped sort the kitchen drawers, moved seedlings out and in, went to the Visibility Brigade (sorry - trying to keep politics out of this), but not a whole lot to point to today.

Against a pink sky

trees turn to black silhouettes

         as evening descends. 

 

And holy smokes - the web page says this is post number 500.  Who would have thunk it!