I keep asking myself if this will be my last July. With age comes deterioration and discomfort, i wonder at how mom has done it for 90 years. Although I am a Christian, and have been saved for a longtime, I still am fearful of that step into eternity. Jesus called it falling asleep, and seemingly left the term death for a step into hell.
On a different note I will throw my hat into the Frey today by entering "fields of green and skies of blue" into the Texas show at the new braunfels Art Leagues special show for july.
I still working on the farm landscape collage.
Alex remnants approaches and we are expecting a bit of rain.
So it goes and we continent on.