When I was a very small child, my mother often used to sing as she did her housework and I particularly remember one fine dry summer when she frequently sang “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” from the musical “Oklahoma”. Looking from the back of our cottage, out across the river and the field on the other side, there was indeed a bright golden haze spread over it.
Today began with just such another perfect morning. Soft grey shadows lay long across the mountain sides as the newly risen sun peeped over a distant ridge; golden sunlight dappled the heavily dewed grass beneath the willow trees. The air was cool but held the promise of warmth to come. The whole world lay utterly still. A bumble bee buzzed haphazardly past me and a cuckoo called from across the other side of the valley. Swathes and splashes of every shade of green imaginable lay banked around me. All this, just for me? What total perfection! How immeasurably rich I am!
How rich were you today?