It is the second month of the year. January flew by with little regard to leaving resolutions in the dust. Yet, with the second month, comes second chances. Hope springs eternal. Every day a new beginning. It's never too late...or too early...it is only now. And now is all we have.
I suggest we reach up and pick the last of the persimmons before it is too late. They are waiting for us to enjoy their sweet tender flesh. And even if you don't care for persimmons, perhaps you know someone who does. Sharing is one of the most Godly of acts. And Lord knows, we need a few more of those in these crazy times.