A PrayerBefore looking outdoorsI reach for sun glasseswith which to enlivenstick webs, brown scrub,and grey. To say it will be a Mr. Rogers Day.A season of now, wherewe, within the all of it,smile and say, “Howdy,Neighbor.” Amen. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, back after a very enjoyable few weeks off.  Today’s prompt…