First, Second, and Third

Picnics with trees, shrubs, seagulls -

          Floating in the Lake.

"Picnic Rocks" are islands offshore in Marquette - I'll try to come up with a picture.

 Moon rising from lake,

sun setting through yellow leaves -

      Good Night September! 

National Coffee Day -

Mocha latte, pumpkin spice -

         Yup, we tried them both!

 (they were half off)

 

Up the trees and down,
over the logs and around -
      squirrel tag - you're it!

 

A little late - we were at camp and someplace I thought would connect but nope. 

God of all time and space,
our elders have faithfully shared with us
the stories of your great works of old -
  splitting the sea,
  manna in the morning,
  water from the rock,
but frankly they seem to me
words for another time, another world.
And today the fathers eat the sour grapes
   of violence and war,
   of greed and political and financial manipulation,
and the children die of injury or hunger.
And even though I try to hear and trust the words of John, 
the time of your peace seems to be receding more than arriving.
Teach me your ways for these days,
show me your paths,
that I might walk in them and not be ashamed.

Sunshine on shoulders,
breeze in the trees, dozing off -
        lazy autumn day!

Blue sky, white clouds, leaves
of many flame-tinged colors -
       third day of fall - no?

And 70+ degrees. What's not to like?