…summer gathers up her robes of glory,
and like a dream of beauty glides away.
~Sarah Helen Power Whitman

In Texas the fierce summer sun of August is not for sissies nor the faint of heart, be they plants or people. My great grandparents came here in a covered wagon from the east, and I’ve always said that had I been on that wagon and we had arrived in August, I would have either kept on going west or turned that wagon around and headed right back from whence we came.

For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant… ~Excerpt from James 1:11  ✝

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