Reflection:
One warm Sunday evening in the moon of goldenrod, we all, grown-ups and children, were sitting in the orchard beside the old Pulpit Stone, singing sweet old gospel hymns...That evening, after they tired of singing, our grown-ups began talking of their youthful days and doings...There was a little space of silence, then Uncle Alec began in a low, impressive voice, to repeat the words of the ninetieth psalm-verses which were thenceforth bound up for us with the beauty of that night and the memories of our kindred. Very reverently we listened to the majestic words. [L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl]
Recipe:
Orange Apricot pork chops
About Celebrating Sunday
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