Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Christian hymn, Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon, 1922
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I loved reading everyone's flower-inspired memories on Wednesday. Thank you so much for sharing them! Here's one more from my childhood:
The lawn at our Little Red House is hardly a beautiful green swath of Kentucky Bluegrass; it's more of a field that has been mowed continuously. As such, it has quite a few patches of wildflowers in it -- bugle and buttercups and violets. One of my first memories of spring is walking along behind my father as he used the old push-mower, and trying to save the flowers he mowed. He always stopped so I could rescue a few violets, or put a buttercup under my fat little chin. I always think of him when I see these simple flowers.
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Mary,
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to Liam! What lovely memories you have shared and the picture at the top is so beautiful!
Happy Friday,
Annie
Happy Birthday Liam!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhen I see pansies I always think of my Nana. She always had a window box full of them every Spring and Summer. When I was little , I thought that the flowers had faces. lol
have a great weekend, Janie
I just "stumbled" my way into your blog--I'm sorry I don't recall whose blog got be here. I am glad to say I found you! Sweet thoughts of your birthday babe. Mine are 31 and 28 and I DO NOT KNOW how that happened. I love them as wonderful adults, but I miss them as my little children.
ReplyDeleteWhat a precious memory about you and your father. We girls and our fathers - a special bond.
ReplyDeleteI love that hymn. One of my favorites. ~Adrienne~
ReplyDeleteI'm telling you that, without memories, what would our lives be like? I feel so sorry for those that can't "go back" and find good, good, memories.
ReplyDeleteThis is probably off the subject somewhat but I just read an interview with the dreaded Charles Manson in which he stated that his young life was so terrible that he had only one good memory of his mother. Just ONE... I thought that was the saddest thing I ever read....
Thankfully, you and I and many others do have those precious memories to hang on to....
xo bj
We had that hymn played during our wedding ceremony!
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm..... I love Cat Stevens version!
Have a great weekend!
Hugz, Dolly
A beautiful hymn.....one of my favorites. I love yards like yours full of violets and buttercups....there is a sweetness to them and a natural simplicity that a yard service full of chemicals just doesn't seem to conjure up.
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((hugs)) Rosie
Sweet memories indeed. I remember following my Dad around and making big piles of the freshly cut grass...I would move the piles around and outline rooms for my "house" with them. I can remember telling my Dad "Don't step on my kitchen!" Goodness, I haven't changed much! Thanks for the skip down memory lane :)
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Dena
What a lovely memory. Thank you for sharing. The hymn was beautiful too! Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteHello Mary, not sure how I came across your blog but fascinated (as a native Californian) with the concept of raising your own family in the same house that you grew up in. Parents always with you in spirit... Maybe experiencing a milestone with one of your own babies and a memory from your own childhood rushing in. It seems amazing, rich and so full to me. If you ever write a book, I'd buy it! Thanks, Shauna
ReplyDeleteI had no idea that this song was an old hymn! Can't remember the artist who sang it during the 70s, but I do love it. Oh, just saw on another post that it was Cat Stevens. Seems so very appropriate!
ReplyDelete" Morning has broken " … ranks among my favourite songs…
ReplyDeleteyou show beautiful pictures again, Mary.
I am on the way into my small red house.
I wish you a beautiful time, with your family.
Take care
Barbara
What a beautiful memory! So happy to check in with you again! Hope you are having a good weekend and try not to be too hard on The Girlfriend. My in-laws didn't care for me when we first me but thank goodness for second, third and fourth chances. Nerves play a such a big part in this kind of situation!
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