After a stormy night with rain, thunder and lightening, this morning dawns soggy but dry. Clouds are clearing allowing for brief glimpses of blue skies. The birds are in full throat. I'm watching a cardinal preening and singing, probably to find a mate. I'd join him in making a nest together but it will have to be a very hefty branch.
People often rapsodize about the quiet of living in the country - no rumbling cars and buses, no hanking horns, no passerbys laughing and talking. Have they never heard the birds? My yard is full of chatter, chirping and scolding - hardly quiet. They are enjoying a bright morning and serenading a dry day.
The sound bite from CBS Sunday Morning. "It's not what you do in life, but how you do it." What a good thought for all to hold. With that I'm off to sew.