Morning Has Broken !

There was a great similarity between the morning sun and the bright yellow egg that I cracked open for breakfast. The sky transformed from the dim light just before the sun arrives over the horizon into a glorious bright yellow, casting golden rays across the pasture and into the fading leaves on the trees. There is a chill in the air. My bare feet are cold and before I head out to do chores, I will grab a flannel shirt. This morning reminds me that its time for making apple and orange garlands, where the fruit is dusted with cinnamon and cloves and then hung to dry from one end of the room to the other, filling the entire house with a delicious scent. You can see how I do this in this post. Apples, Oranges, Cinnamon & Clove Garland

I love these cool mornings, there is a bit more pep to my step, the chill is invigorating.

I bought a pumpkin yesterday to put on the front porch. Its early I know and I will no doubt have to replace it before October arrives but it just about called to me from the store display.

Time to get out there and feed the critters and get a load of laundry hung on the line.

Its simply too pretty to be inside a single minute more.

Morning Has Broken

Words by Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965)

Morning has broken,

Like the first morning,

Blackbird has spoken

Like the first bird;

Praise for the singing,

Praise for the morning,

Praise for them springing

Fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall,

Sunlit from heaven,

Like the first dew

fallOn the first grass;

Praise for the sweetness,

Of the wet garden,

Sprung in completeness

Where his feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight,

Mine is the morning,

Born of the one light

Eden saw play;

Praise with elation,

Praise every morning,

God's re-creation

Of the new day.