My Magical Misty Morning

What a day it was yesterday, weather-wise that is! Thought I'd share the start of it with you here today.

But before you read on, thanks to a comment from Gill Edwards from  Stamping Lemons, who asked about Magpies in Australia, I would like you to click here and scroll half way down that page  to listen to the magpie warbling while you take a look at my photos.  Believe me, you'll be glad you did!  

       ( Magpies singing  courtesy of Listening Earth. www.listeningearth.com )

The valley was blanketed in white mist which floated up the hill as the sun's rays reached the cooler depths. Magpies were singing while the cattle made their way down for a drink. Droplets of moisture lingered on the roses in my garden, sparkling in the sunshine.

And this was just the beginning of our wonderful first day of Autumn weather!  I'll grab together some more photos to show you soon, as the sun came out briefly and then lo and behold a storm appeared from the West!  Oh yes, it was quite a day!

I wonder what sort of weather you've been having?  I know in the UK it's been very cold and snowy.  How about where you are?

Oh Still Small Voice of Calm

I have added these words from John Greenleaf Whittier to a photo of mine.  

The words form part of the hymn "Dear Lord and Father of Mankind"  

I hope you love it as much as I do.

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind

is a hymn with words taken from a longer poem,

 The Brewing of Soma by American Quaker poet John Greenleaf Whittier. 

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,

Forgive our foolish ways!

Reclothe us in our rightful mind,

In purer lives Thy service find,

In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard

Beside the Syrian sea

The gracious calling of the Lord,

Let us, like them, without a word

Rise up and follow Thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee!

O calm of hills above,

Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee

The silence of eternity

Interpreted by love!

With that deep hush subduing all

Our words and works that drown

The tender whisper of Thy call,

As noiseless let Thy blessing fall

As fell Thy manna down.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and Thy balm;

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,

O still, small voice of calm!


And if you would like to listen to this lovely hymn click on the link below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqOnjmr9Ah0&feature=player_detailpage