This morning is one of those lovely, breath-catching mornings. The humidity is low. The air is thick with birdsong. The trees and grass are still fresh and green. And my morning devotions ended up being a photoshoot instead of a Bible study. Time to do that later when the sun is higher in the sky.

So here’s some images from our back yard, as well as a shot of a pileated woodpecker who put in a brief appearance on the aging crabapple in the front yard.

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Glorying in this fine morning…

A Summer Morning
by Robert Fuller Murray
(1863-1894)

Never was sun so bright before,
No matin of the lark so sweet,
No grass so green beneath my feet,
Nor with such dewdrops jewelled o’er.

I stand with thee outside the door,
The air not yet is close with heat,
And far across the yellowing wheat
The waves are breaking on the shore.

A lovely day! Yet many such,
Each like to each, this month have passed,
And none did so supremely shine.
One thing they lacked: the perfect touch
Of thee–and thou art come at last,
And half this loveliness is thine.