Wednesday, September 12, 2012

He Says It was Laid by the Smallest Chicken, Al Fresco, Lost in Ancient Rhyme

1. J. generously brings us eggs each time he comes for dinner. On Sunday, we all huddled around the carton to peer inside at this wonder egg. Tonight I will cook some, but not the big one...yet.
2. The screened porch is finally pleasant at the dinner hour. Not too hot, not too sunny, just right for a relaxed meal all by myself. (A frittata, of course!)
3.We began a study of the Psalms tonight. I'm familiar with these, I've read them for years, but to delve deeper and study them is like returning to a lost love. To glimpse the magnitude of what these ancient poems and songs contain; we have only scratched the surface and I am left speechless. Psalm 22, written by King David hundreds of years before Jesus' death and yet...so amazing! 
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3 comments:

  1. Rubye JackSeptember 13, 2012 at 4:36 PM

    I would have cracked that big one open right away. :)

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  2. Beatrice P. BoydSeptember 13, 2012 at 8:56 PM

    Looks like an omelet for 1 could be that egg's fate. Nothing like fresh eggs, which we used to buy from a woman when we lived in NJ.

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  3. LynnSeptember 16, 2012 at 6:37 AM

    My friend shares her eggs with me, too - I love to see the large and small ones. That big one must be a duck egg?

    Studying the Psalms must be wonderful.

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