The dawn above Possum Cough...
...and the morning peace of our smallholding.
"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills..."
The other morning when I stepped outside to go to work, I received a beautiful reminder of God's promises:
The jewel-like drops of rosin hanging from the pine cones is not just beautiful; it's very treacherous. Someday I'll tell y'all in detail what happens when one is driving a lawn tractor around under the pine tree while daydreaming. I was very relieved that I didn't end up having to tonsure myself to rid my hair of the stuff.
MeeMaw relaxing in the way she likes best...
And Bonnie being groomed by her new BFF:
Just a fraction of one day's harvest:
Bonnie guarding her watermelon as it matures...
The mist in the hollers...
One of MeeMaw's beautiful morning glories...
And another...
Truly, an aptly-named plant.
A bug warming himself atop a tombstone in the growing light...
The calmest air, and the sweetest breeze...
...and not a man-made sound to break the majesty.
The mist returns for the end of the day.
Eventide comes to Possum Cough...
I will leave y'all with the words to a beautiful hymn below. Rest well, loved ones.
~ PeePaw
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.
As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
The sun that bids us rest is waking
Our brethren ’neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away:
Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
Amen.
