Autumn's the mellow time.William Allingham You bloom in the late heat of summerBeware!Tonight you must pull your petalsAround you like a cloakWhen the sun fades from the skyWith red and orange, all the warmthWill fade too and chill will be in the air.Autumn has come and you areJust the right color.

Consider the lilies how they grow: They toil not neither do they reap,  Solomon in all his splendor was not arrayed like one of these.Luke 12:27In the morning lilies Burst from waxen podsSwish their colorful dressesLike beauty queens crossing a stageThrow back petalsShout Hallelujah at the skyAnd sing, sing, sing!

I love the sound of music of all kinds, but there is no greater music than the sound of my grandchildren laughing.Sylvia EarleA grandson is a treasure of joy and spiritHe makes you run with himHe tells you tall talesHe recites nursery rhymesHe sings you a songHe yells: "Watch me! Watch me!"He hugs your neck and your heart!