Time

Time is passing. It is already high summer. In the southern hemisphere, it is mid-winter. In less than six months, it will be 2016. 

2016 is only a few short years from 2020, which represents the completion of one fifth of the twenty-first century.

The things of our lives are forever receding into the past.

I hope this day finds you content and at peace.

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Today, while hiking in the forest, I saw ash, sycamore, beech, oak, maple, tulip, and hawthorn trees. One park has a magnificent oak; the other has a magnificent sycamore. 

I saw the tail of an eastern cottontail disappearing into the bushes above the hilltop meadow. The meadow itself is covered with black-eyed susans and queen anne's lace. There were also many mullein plants with yellow flowers on their upper cone as well as butterfly weed, or butterfly milkweed, and, true to its name, there were several butterflies on it. 

The raspberries were out. There was raspberry bush after raspberry bush along the trail, each loaded with ripe raspberries. Where were the people who used to eat them? The hiking trails must not be well used. I didn't even have to venture off the trail to get the ones farther back. There were more raspberries than I could eat hanging near the edge. I had been thinking this morning that I wasn't getting enough fruit. And then to stumble upon this natural cornucopia. How blessed and wealthy I was today. 

High temperature: 86

Low temperature: 56

High air pressure: 30.11

Low air pressure: 30.01

Solar wind speed: 593.4 km/sec.

Proton density: 2.1 protons per cubic centimeter.

It was definitely a high air pressure day. The sun was brilliant and the sky was a rich blue.