The other evening as I was out working in the yard, I noticed that it had become very quiet, almost too quiet. The air just a whisper of a breeze, wafting the aroma of gardenias and redwoods around me. Gently, ever so gently, a thought drifted in to look up from the task at hand,
and behold a glorious sunset...
Simply beautiful! Glad you listened to that gentle whisper.
ReplyDeleteChickenmom,
DeleteIt was, and I'm glad too.
God's art work often copied, never matched.
The sky always gives me hope.
ReplyDeleteLL,
DeleteYou have said it perfectly.
Wonderful clouds.
ReplyDeleteAdrienne,
DeleteThe whole sky to the West was like that.
We find so many messages in the sunrise and the sunset.
ReplyDeleteGranny Annie,
Deleteand they are brought to us free of charge, how awesome is that.
Sometimes our nose is too tightly tied to that grindstone. Lovely post, Brig!
ReplyDeleteGranny Sue,
DeleteYou are so right, which is a shame.
My kids, when small, thought I was a bit touched, as we could be in the car or a horseback and I would halt to gaze in wonder at some piece of God's handiwork.
I guess everyone, like you, stopped what they were doing and looked up.
ReplyDeleteTabor,
DeleteI hope so, the more that realized the beauty of the moment the better.
Beautiful! When I was a little kid I thought those sunsets were the doors to heaven. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteCelia,
DeleteI'm not a little kid anymore, but I still think that..
And why not? Glorious photo, Brig.
DeleteGOMC,
DeleteMy thought too. Thanks.
Sunsets are God's masterpieces. Living in the great Southwest, the skies are always open to that beauty.
ReplyDeleteEuripides,
DeleteWe don't often get such sunsets here, so it behooves us to enjoy them when we do.
That is beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteOld NFO,
DeleteIt is for sure!
Looking Good My Lady.
ReplyDeleteWoodsterman,
DeleteA soul soother.