Wind

Today is the first day of December and our first, first day of December at the cabin. The wind played us it's song all night long as it whistled through the windows we opened to catch the wind's gift, the breeze. As we layed in bed we wondered what the wind would bring to the woods for us. It was a damp, muggy breeze as a front had gone through leaving it's clouds and a misting drizzle for us to discover as we awoke to start our morning chores. Gypsy reminded me of the most important chore as she crawled out of her pink, sheepskin lined dog bed, that rests on the navy, blue leather sofa she owns. Hide the dog biscuits on the backporch and in the cabin. This was done as soon as I had my morning pot of expresso brewing on the stove. The temperature is almost seventy degrees, so Gypsy and I spent time on the backporch. We watched the woods as the curtain went up and the performance began. As the sun came up above a heavy layer of gray clouds, it cast a pink glow over the woods and sky, our stage. The trees and the tall, pink grass did their dances, directed by the wind. The moving clouds had picked up just a hint of the pink sunrise providing the perfect backdrop for this scene. The sound of the wind was the orchestra for this beautiful production. The harp and flute Christmas music we had playing wrapped it's notes through the fingers of the wind. It took our breath away. Surely this was our first Christmas gift directly from God's theatre. We hope we have sent it on to you. Gypsy and I were content to sit backstage and watch this performance. God has given us this time. We know how lucky we are to be here. We give thanks for all of you and our many blessings.