Friday morning, fall was in the air. Summer’s hot breath was tempered with a cool morning breeze. Fall was in the air at the Daily Hill Cemetery as well, so I changed the summer silk flowers for an orange and rust brown bouquet. I miss Kathy. But then I came back home where I was working on a cradle for my new little nephew. I found some nice wood camouflaged as pallets. A few passes in my planer will turn pallet wood into recycled cradle boards. And life goes on. One life is completed and another is just beginning. Hey, there is 100% chance of you dying someday. The question is, are you ready to meet your Maker? Psalm 90:12, “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”
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