A hard rain was falling; it morphed briefly into hail, and ended with the sun returning, evidently indecisive. Minutes before I had picked and stemmed one and a half pounds of Flame grapes.
Hail sparkled for a little while on our deck, and quickly melted under the determined sun.
Autumn’s sunlit colors prevail.
Eel Creek Chronicles 
Sounds like the perfect afternoon, and great timing on your harvest! Cheers,H
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Beautiful!
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It really is. God’s gracious gift of the privilege of caring for, and simpy enjoying, the world He has given us reminds us that He has given us a beautiful world, that He has made, and He will send changes in His time.
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