Monday, May 10

The joys of an early morning.

Fingernail slice of a waning moon. Lightning bug sends out his light.

The birds begin their symphony.

Bluebirds fuss over their gourd nest and its four eggs.

A Cardinal singing his classic. “Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. Boys, get up.

The Mockingbird sings its playlist of songs downloaded from iTunes. (non-copyrighted) I hear his “cover” of a whip poor will among his seven selections.

Cars drive south. Hard-working men and women heading to the refineries in Lake Charles. Two hours  commuting to work one shift.

An airplane wings over gaining altitude after leaving Houston thirty minutes/150 miles ago.

The radio plays softly from my garden where it’s on sentry to keep the deer out of my corn.

It’s another good day.  Lord, thank you for the gift of life. Teach me to gratefully embrace your blessings.