Today was the weekly Havarti Club, which consists of my mom, my girls, and occasional friends, and myself, in various combinations. We call it the Havarti Club as we have lunch together, often sandwiches, which is where the Havarti comes it. It is a favorite amongst us. We chat, down lots of tea, and take turns playing with babies.
The property across the street from mom's house slopes down to an open field with a few cows and a quaint home. Peering over the blackberry hedge row at street level is a stand of Arthur Rackham looking oak trees. Leafless, yet covered in moss, the twisted branches create a tangled silhouette. Today, as I helped take some things to the car of a friend, all I heard was a grand raucous for birdsong. I don't know how many birds there were, or how many different types, but they were all sing lustily. I did see a couple of doves sitting atop one of the trees, and a Jenny wren flitting from branch to branch. I stood and listened, looking at the view, and missed living in the country. This is a sight and sound I wouldn't mind everyday.
I like my little 1940's cottage and my little plot of earth, but, oh, how deep the country runs through my veins. I miss the vista's, the ramblings through the fields, the fragrances of fresh air, the sounds. I'm not likely to live in the country again, that's okay. But, I am grateful for the vignettes the Lord gives me from time to time that keeps this farmgirls soul on an even keel.
Perfect description of the day and it's soul treats. Those oak trees, whose sight feeds this soul.. the glorious bird song thanks to their Maker and the dear neighbor that keeps them feasting at the road side, even the occasional moo from the field below.. Country sounds mixed with that of the freeway traffic.
ReplyDeleteAll the above keeps one centered and grounded in a rushing world.
They do bless
Are you sure you don't want to swap that
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and the 6 lane highway here? :-)
Footprints.
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