The first killing frost is expected tonight, so that led to a flurry of activity in the garden. I have a bunch of tender plants in pots that I try to keep through the winter, so they had to get under cover. I also had to haul in the pepper crop before they get frozen and turn to mush on me.
There is a tender truth that I have realized only after decades of living: We are often blind to the fact that we are in the presence of grace, and that whether we are having a sandwich on a river bank or on a park bench, we ought always to remember that maybe, just maybe, we are in the company of saints potential.
Amen to that.