On a morning like this, I rejoice that I can hear...
917. the rain, as it begins to fall gently on porch roof, hitting dry oak leaves on the floor of the woods, and pattering on the red-tip leaves just beyond the screen.
918. the rich, liquid, flute like song of the wood thrush, heard early this morning. Scroll down on the link if you'd like to hear and enjoy.
919. quiet morning sounds, boys moving about, getting started on their day
920. sweet morning greetings
921. the cat's meow
922. the roiling, bubbling of kettle water at a full boil
923. the whir of the coffee grinder
924. the knock of a moth's wings against the front window (which also makes me chuckle remembering this story we read aloud and loved).
And I'm thanking God, too, for the gift of smell and the scent of ...
925. roses and jasmine
928. garden soil
929. homemade bread, toasted
And eyes to see...
931. rhododendron blossom
932. abundance of roses
These old hymn words come to mind...
- He gave us eyes to see them,
- And lips that we might tell,
- How great is God Almighty,
- Who has made all things well.
- -from the hymn, All Things Bright and Beautiful by Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848