The Gift of an Ordinary Day...

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It's sunny...

and it's just beautiful today...

The clock is ticking, the wind is blowing the wind chimes -- and I can hear them through the open window....

In the big tree above the porch, there is a gathering of what sounds like hundreds of birds.

(Perhaps they are planning their trip south that's coming up soon.)

But, best of all, there is not a radio, television or video game going, anywhere in the house.

I sometimes love the sound of alone, but not for very long.

It is a pleasure that is best kept in small doses.

I need the family around, but these little snatched times of silence, oh, they are a gift, and I gladly will collect them, and treasure each one.

Silence is the sound, to me, of satisfaction, contentment.

And, as I work around here, doing the repetitive tasks that a mother and a wife must do, I can enjoy this little gift of silence...while I listen to the broom as I sweep, or the dishes as they clang when I place them into the dishwasher.....the cloth as I wipe down the counters, the dogs softly snoring as they nap on the rug, or the tractor or the combine as it passes by on the road, on the way to the next field, with the grain truck clambering close behind.

Sometimes, I deprive myself of silence, and wonder why I should do that when I enjoy it so much.