It seems we are already into September. I have to stop and think what day it is anymore. Plans have to be made so far ahead, the current month is already in the past. I think that's part of hurry, hurry, hurry of today.

I resist it but find myself doing it, too. We have lost something precious-----today. I find myself saying, too often, I don't have time; time to be a good neighbor, time to be a good friend, time to be a good daughter.

Reflecting on a simpler time always makes me smile.