Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on 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 recreation of the new day
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0TInLOJuUM)
A peaceful greeting for a new morning, all! Gentle rain falling outside, very much a summer shower. To meet it, I'm drinking Ti Quan Yin oolong cha. It goes well with the day.
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Originally Posted by Iridal
My dad's a beekeeper, I can't eat honey without remembering all those summer nights when he was preparing the honeycombs to extract the honey. Us kids would be standing right by his side scooping up any honey that fell out on the plates he was using. Afterwards we were all sick from all the honey we had eaten  Good times  |
Reminds me of chilly April evenings in Vermont during 'Sugaring Season.' Day temps must be above freezing and night's below for the sap to flow. After collecting buckets of it and pouring it into the evaporator, we'd (the neighbors and kids,) build a huge fire under the pan, boiling the sap down into Maple syrup. Everybody standing around trying to keep warm by the fire. The adults all keeping warm by passing a bottle. All the kids stand around with plates of fresh snow, and when the syrup is ready, some gets drizzled onto the snow, making a sort of Maple toffee, and the kids gobble the stuff up!
Stitchawl