Trekking through mud, using roots to pull yourself up and to stand on, to hold you there, going barefoot in sand when it's too cold for barefeet, and finding a gift of snow in the parking lot of a hockey rink, these are treasures of our Saturday, along with buying gourds at the supermarket to adorn Thanksgiving tables and enjoying tropical plants in a greenhouse when far from tropical plants out of doors. So I like long sentences with too much in them and days that are the same. Long, full days. For yes, that little saying is true that the days are long but the years are short.
 Teach us to number our days. To use them well. To fill them chock full of all things good.