Pondering on time as summer closes and we have delicious cool air. Time which is filled with different ingredients than the summer days. Time which now has school within its days. Finite and sometimes pressed in, but God gives us feasting. His Word. His body.
This week was a birthday dinner for a friend who has served the Lord with a missions organization for years. Many. It was hosted by another friend and a sort of membership that Wendell Berry writes about esp. in Hannah Coulter. This was a bon appetit celebration of food a la Julia Child and sisterhood. Bon Appetit indeed!