Every morning, the first thing I do when I get up, is go outside with Sophie, my little ginger dog. While Sophie does her thing, I take stock of the day. This morning, the backyard was crisscrossed with miles of rabbit tracks, clearly visible in the dusting of snow that fell yesterday. A cardinal was singing up a storm. Robins were chirping to each other across the yard. A nut hatch flew in and landed on the dead branch of the mountain ash tree, took a few pokes at the tree, and flew away again. A small flock of geese glided by just above the tree tops, coming in for a landing headed for last year's corn field behind my house.
The world in my backyard goes on as usual; spring is slowly emerging. All is as it should be. My backyard is not affected by covid 19 at all. There is a wonderful peace in the knowledge that the natural world continues to do what it always does.
Psalm 104 says this, in part:
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great.
You are clothed with honor and majesty, wrapped in light as with a garment.
By the streams the birds of the air have their habitation;
they sing among the branches.
From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.
Amen.
The world in my backyard goes on as usual; spring is slowly emerging. All is as it should be. My backyard is not affected by covid 19 at all. There is a wonderful peace in the knowledge that the natural world continues to do what it always does.
Psalm 104 says this, in part:
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great.
You are clothed with honor and majesty, wrapped in light as with a garment.
By the streams the birds of the air have their habitation;
they sing among the branches.
From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.
Amen.
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