Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, ``A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!'
That's by Robert Browning and that second line is often in my mind. I would never have believed how good life is in these later years. True, I have my aches and pains but life is truly glorious.
Each day, each week, each month brings its own glories and soon August will start. One of the most wonderful things I have read on a blog this last month was someone's goal for the month. She listed only one goal, just "Enjoy summer" and those two words have enriched July for me. Thank you, Rivulet.
So I'm going to have "Enjoy summer" as my hope for August. You may remember that I prefer hopes to goals. I'm hoping to have a picnic at Normanby and maybe one at Clumber Park. I'm hoping to sit in my swing and to smell not just the roses but the lavender and the sweet peas too. Could life ever be any better?