The power and blessing of June. If there’s ever been one month that meant more than any other single month, it would be June. I love the mornings in June.
Birds on my windowsill, or the tree outside, singing and praising the morning always bring me cheer. There’s a blessing in their chirping that can’t be felt at any other moment of the day.
I remember as a child those first nights mom would let me leave my window open all night, after the heater was turned off, I’d awaken to the chirping of the birds in the morning. I’d pull the covers up tighter because early breezes were still chilly, and lie there on my pillow, snuggled up warm and listen to the birds… And my grandmother whistling in her garden.
Before long I’d climb out of bed and dress for the day, then slip across the road to Grandma’s to help pick berries for breakfast.
This morning, I heard the birds chirping in the tree outside my window and I peeked at the sun streaming across the early morning skies for a moment, then closed my eyes tight. I know I heard Grandma whistling in the distance… Red Wing.
The miracle of morning still comes with the dawn of each new day.