A nice bike ride to church, stopping in the park again to view the waterfall. By the time I get back home, it's getting sultry outdoors, but fairly cool and comfortable in the house. So, I take life easy, write a couple letters, to Bob & Millie, and Phyllis. Tour the garden to stretch my legs, and I notice the first Yukon Gold potato emerging from Lenore's peelings. I still get a charge out of things like that.
The quiet of the day is assaulted at dusk: The Lord Himself provides a fireworks display with a dramatic thunderstorm.
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