Morning sunshine splashes down over the green pasture.
I savor my footsteps as I call out each Jersey's name fondly.
I breathe in the lilac fragrance wafting through the gentle breeze.
The whisper of the wind in the trees calms my soul.
Its Sunday, rest day.
The sun blazes on as the Lord's day progresses.
Relishing a scrumptious fellowship dinner at church and
enjoying the jaunty ride back home. Jesting as we go.
The afternoon sounds are pleasant to the ear and cheerful to the soul.
Sounds taken for granted. How blessed it is I can hear!
The church raising its voice in song....
The chipper birds twittering back and forth....
A whoosh of fresh North Dakota air...
The rumble of quad's racing through the countryside...
The thunderous roar of a spooling diesel gives me happy chills....
Hens scratching for fat grubs & grains..letting loose their cackle of annoyance at a fellow hen for disturbing her peace & quiet....
The soft ripple of the lake water on the shore.....
A guitar playing softly.
Its Sunday.
Rest Day.
Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. Six days shalt though labor, and do all thy work: but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God.
~Exodus 20:8-10
