Visitors

Philip and Seppi left yesterday for their next port of call. They treated us to a lovely Indian meal on Friday- via a takeaway. We have so much left that we will be dining off it for a couple of days.  Then we went to Jackie's last night, and she gave us a very upmarket Quiche with salad, plus two slices to take home, so we are well supplied with meals.

It  has been very hot, but we have a breeze today.- and its overcast   I think it is a Bank Holiday weekend so I expect crowds on the Green if this weather keeps up,  It makes me want to try for a poem, or a verse

A play of children
swinging and sliding
the sea is rippling
kites are gliding
the Green is browning
and I am riding
into Winter
the tiny players
bounce into Spring
I want to call
back to them
down the years
don't know what to say
that they can hear.

That would be the bare bones of something I might have tried to form into a poem once.

However - and of course - Jehovah has said it perfectly in Ecclesiastes.

"Remember, then, your Grand Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of distress come and the years arrive when you will say: “I have no pleasure in them”;  before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars grow dark, and the clouds return after the downpour;  in the day when the guards of the house become shaky, and the strong men stoop over, and the women quit grinding because they have become few, and the ladies looking out the windows find it dark;  when the doors to the street have been closed, when the sound of the grinding mill becomes low, when one gets up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song grow faint.  Also, one is afraid of heights, and there are terrors in the street. And the almond tree blossoms, and the grasshopper drags itself along, and the caper berry bursts, because man is walking to his lasting house and the mourners walk about in the street;  before the silver cord is removed, and the golden bowl is crushed, and the jar at the spring is broken, and the waterwheel for the cistern is crushed.  Then the dust returns to the earth, just as it was, and the spirit returns to the true God who gave it.
“The greatest futility!” says the congregator. “Everything is futile.”"

Find Jehovah, as soon as you can, and it will no longer be futile.  But how to tell the young?  All we can do is try.  

The talk at the Hall today was about communication within the familly - and how the family can communicate with, and stay close to, Jehovah.  Very very helpful advice - straight from the Source of wisdom, Jehovah of armies.