It is raining out there, too early to see it but I can hear it. Never have tired of the marvel of rain although I have, on occasion, tired of it occurring. It is a fall rain this morning that will usher in our first hard frost of the season. That’ll get the leaves to falling. This is one of my favorite times of the year, so much dramatic change, color, temperature, abundance, and all on cue without any human effort. The massive kindnesses of the earth are a joy to the long-lived mind; familiar miracles renew the heart, their regular recurrence being a greater miracle than their occurring. That is one reason I remain faithful, the assured, recurring kindnesses are something I want to thank someone for and Someone Is—to be thanked.
Just heard a hoot-owl off in the darkness, “Thank You!” Now that wasn’t hard, was it?
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