The weatherman suggested August 2004 may go down in the record books as the 5th coolest August since they began recording temperatures. We, Patty and me, are sitting in the backyard with our bare feet running through the fresh cut lawn. Spurgeon is also soaking up the cool evening. We are doing some reading. I am obviously doing some blogging. The locusts sing thier patented evening song. The sun moves as if to catch the horizon, which it will surely overtake. The neighbor’s children play in their backyard and the sound of them at play is more of a choir than a solo. The breeze is refreshing.

Thank you God for a peaceful evening to enjoy your creation, the company of my best friend and the sounds of your good world.