Our weather barometer is vibrating--it's BW--she got under the bed and wouldn't come out this morning. Somewhere there is a thunderstorm. She is not a fan. She's not even playing the "catch me" game today.
Make haste to the garden before that testy weather arrives.
My hope for your city is :
"Old men and old women will come back to Jerusalem, sit on benches on the streets and spin tales, move safely with their canes--a good city to grow old in. And boys and girls will fill the public parks, laughing and playing--a good city to grow up in." Zechariah 8 The Message