Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

Most days now I wake up to the sound of a robin singing in the tree near our bedroom window. Sometimes, if I'm up either late or early enough, I'll hear all the birds in ( Read more... )

Summer has come and past
Innocence can never last
Wake me up when September ends

This last month has been a total blur of bus-related things and photography related things. The chaos of the first week of school has hit and gone, and the second week of school is upon us. I've spent a ridiculous amount of time on parent phone calls and route ( Read more... )