Red Sky At Morning
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Workers from Atmos Energy have been in the backyard the past two days, digging a really deep hole to access…something…and installing a brand new gas meter. Apparently this is something they’re doing to upgrade their system. I think it has something to do with wireless meter reading. The person who initially stopped by about a week ago to find out how to access our meter (he wasn’t local so he was unfamiliar with the area) said valves were being replaced. We weren’t expecting a new meter. But there it is. Bright and shiny and brand-spanking new!
And here’s the meter that was replaced. I wonder how old it was? Our house was built around 1958, and I’m guessing this was the original meter…so about 57 years old? Wow.
While they were digging, the men removed some of the roots of a large shrub and cut back quite a few of its branches. I was worried the entire shrub might have to come out but they managed to work around it.
I’m sure the work disrupted the wildlife that regularly frequents the backyard — I know the Cardinals weren’t too happy! On the other hand, this Blue Jay enjoyed poking through the pile of trimmed branches.
During a break in the action, this Robin picked through the upturned soil for some juicy worms!
Here’s another picture of the hole, showing parts of the roots that had to be sawed through.
The men did a great job of refilling the hole and cleaning up after themselves. They even dragged the pile of branches away. The area looks pretty bare now, not even a weed in sight. I’ll have to move the birdbath back in place and maybe toss a few flower seeds around, see what happens.
The Robin returned, searching for more delicacies, once things settled down.
Thanks Atmos guys for a job well done!
As I write these words, people and families in various parts of the town I call home are being evacuated from their residences due to flooding or the imminent threat of flooding. Rivers and streams and gulleys are over their banks across the region. Lakes and reservoirs that had been at the point of going dry due to years of drought are running over their spillways or are within a few feet of doing so. Streets and highways and bridges are closed because they’re inundated with water.
I count my blessings.
I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food on my table and the love of God and family. Nothing else is important. We human beings complain about the smallest things and tend to ignore the big picture. We lust after the material world and forget about the simple things. We focus on “me, me, me” and shove the needs of others to the back of our minds.
I count my blessings.
I gripe that I can’t wander in my garden because the ground is too muddy….while a foot of water covers some back yards in my town. I get irritated when my husband comes in out of the rain and drips water all over the kitchen floor….while some folks will have several feet of water inside their homes within the next day or two as rivers rise. I groan when all the television stations are knocked off the air due to lightening or heavy rain….while others will be without the conveniences of home for days or weeks as their property and possessions dry out.
I count my blessings.
The truly important things in life can disappear in a heartbeat. We should never take them for granted.
Psalm 46 says: God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. (Psalms 46:1-3, KJV)
Please keep in your thoughts and prayers all of the people who are suffering due to flooding or tornadoes, not just in my North Texas town, but in the entire state of Texas, in Oklahoma and in other areas of the U. S. being afflicted by severe weather.
Our winter weather has come and gone for this week and hopefully for the rest of the season. Before the snow and ice melted I managed to snap a photo of this pretty, almost entirely white Eurasian Collared-Dove. She (she has to be a she because of her looks!) has become a daily visitor to our garden. Doesn’t she blend in well with the twigs, leaves and remnants of the snow? She also really stands out when she descends into the yard with a large group of her friends and relatives!
Every time I see this bird I’m reminded of the great country song “Wings of a Dove”, written by Bob Ferguson and originally recorded by Ferlin Husky. If you don’t remember that version, you might remember one by Dolly Parton, Bonnie Guitar, Loretta Lynn or Ricky Skaggs. Or you may possibly have heard it being sung by Robert Duvall in the movie Tender Mercies. Here’s the refain (courtesy of OldieLyrics.com):
On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above (sign from above)
On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove)
Perhaps this beautiful dove is a sign that winter is finally coming to an end. I think I’ll remain optimistic and take it as such!
When I’m outside planting seeds, pulling weeds and pruning trees I usually have the radio on to accompany me. Many times the dial is set to a country station. It just depends on my mood. Quite often I don’t listen to the lyrics. At other times a golden oldie will have me vibrating and dancing among the wildflowers. Thankfully when that happens I’m usually in the back yard behind a six foot fence! And I think the plants themselves enjoy a good rousing rendition of an old rock classic every once in a while. Gardening to music also allows for meditation when the need arises. The soft background of some mood music while digging in the dirt can transform any bad day into a serene one.
Anyway, enough rambling. Winter is on the way out and spring is just around the corner. As for me, tomorrow afternoon I’ll be outside in the glorious sunshine, potting perennial seeds and planting several shrubs I picked up the other day. Maybe doing a little jig to Robert Plant or Guns and Roses…