Cattle on a hill
For every beast of the forest is mine,
the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know all the birds of the hills,
and all that moves in the field is mine.
Psalm 50:10-11
If you like bluegrass, you might enjoy this song of joy and gratitude entitled “Cattle on a Thousand Hills” by Michael Milton. I did. 🙂
http://www.broadjam.com/artists/songs.php?artistID=38480&mediaID=403459
A ruckus
One day this week while I was standing on the porch watching sleet come down, a flock of robins intermingled with cedar waxwings descended upon the bushes and trees beside our house. They made quite a commotion for the brief time that they were about and then as suddenly as they had appeared, they were gone. I’m hoping that this is a sign that spring isn’t too far away.
“Even when in the midst of disturbance, the stillness of the mind can offer sanctuary.” ~Stephen Richards
The family
“The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.” ~Erma Bombeck
Icy-cold
“Winter came down to our house one night quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, and we, we were children once again.” ~Bill Morgan, Jr.
Old friends
“Yes’m, old friends is always best, ‘less you can catch a new one that’s fit to make an old one out of.” ~Sarah Orne Jewett
Elegance
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:11a
The Tree is Down
One of the things I love about the neighborhood where we live is the large beautiful oak trees. Slowly over the years, in the name of progress, they have been coming down, one by one. Yet again today, the noise of the chain saw made me cringe as I went to see which one would no longer be around to bring joy. I was sadden to find that it was the one shown in the first picture above. I will miss seeing this beautiful tree, and though it’s not spring yet, I join in the sentiments expressed by Charlotte Mary Mew when she wrote:
“It is not for a moment the Spring is unmade to-day;
These were great trees, it was in them from root to stem:
When the men with the ‘Whoops’ and the ‘Whoas’ have carted
the whole of the whispering loveliness away
Half the Spring, for me, will have gone with them.”
Rusty Roof
“If you rest, you rust.” ~Helen Hayes
Mouthful
“There’s nothing worthless about being wordless, it will only save your mouth from talking gibberish.” ~Michael Bassey Johnson
walking on a country road 