Perseids

 The days are shorter.  Our morning walks begin before the sun is up, so: dark.  Yesterday morning we put the garbage cans at the curb and headed off, marveling at how many stars we could see.  And yup - the highlight of my week.  I saw a shooting star!! It lasted a couple seconds so was pretty bright. I loved it!  Came home and was reading the news and came across an article that said yesterday morning was the peak viewing date for the Perseids.  So very happy I got to see one on the best viewing date. 

Been embroidering some towels for friends for Christmas, birthdays, etc.  After some research, decided I needed better needles.  More research.  Settled on a specific kind of needle that is made in Japan.  Went this morning to four different places to find them.  Couldn't. Finally abandoned the quest.  Stopped last minute at Michael's because it was basically on the way home.  Picked up a very inexpensive package of needles.  We'll see how they do.  My quest is for a sharper, smoother needle that will pierce the flour sack towels better so that the stitches will be more even.  Probably impossible.  Likely the more possible explanation is that my stitches are just never going to be machine even.  Handmade doesn't do machine quality.

Just beautiful.

Went to the temple yesterday afternoon.  Sort of last minute.  Glad we went.  The Husband seems to be ok with whatever we decide to do, I try to do things that are engaging for the both of us.  Shopping isn't that. But tomorrow will be Costco, my list is long so it will be expensive. Fortunately, Costco can be somewhat entertaining. But the temple?  I used to kind of chafe at the length, it can be hard to sit still in such a quiet, peaceful place without falling asleep.  The last couple years I've learned to really love being there.  I guess part of me craves that kind of atmosphere.  It's also fun to see all the young people (lots of them missionaries waiting to go to their area of service) doing their part to make the temple a lovely place. 

Eating lunch and heard the doorbell.  There was our across-the-street neighbor and her granddaughter.  Fresh peaches and fresh from their garden tomatoes and peppers.  Our lunch was extended in time and yumminess.  Loved it all.  Food always tastes better when it is a gift. Being thought of is a lovely gift all by itself.

Today I'm grateful for kind people who think to share with us the bounty of their gardening hobby.  And especially, also, for people who encourage me.