Another morning dawns—it’s picture post day.
What do I picture being photo-worthy? It’s typical November weather-wise. High cloud cover. No rain at the moment, still wet from yesterday’s windy tantrums. Most of the color of fall has faded to decay. Smoke rises lazily from neighbor’s chimneys…Breakfast is over. The dishes wait their morning ablutions.
We eat off china now that the kids are grown and mostly flown.
Fire flickers steadily in the woodstove. Ahh…blessed radiant warmth chasing the chill of night away…
A load of laundry tumbles in the drier. It’s laundry day. The loads are little these days.
My right-hand Aid kneads a batch of bread so there’ll be homemade stuffing tomorrow…
My lone student applies herself with her regular good cheer to another numbered day of school.
She’s counting down now.
And I’m loathe to tromp around out doors here and now. So I offer you the view of November from my windows—noteworthy? Not really. But aren’t most days begun with such mundane mornings?
And I’m glad of them. Glad to be here all cozy and quiet in my ‘pumpkin shell’ commencing another ordinary day that God has made for me to inhabit empowered by His Spirit.
“This is the day that the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Ps.118:24