THE BLESSINGS OF MY SENSES I feel blessed when I hear early morning sparrows cheerily chirping as they flit about.
The gentle ripple of water over pebbles in a in a woodland creek. Carousel music playing as children ride horses up and down. I feel blessed when I see the serene sight of snow-covered pines and mountains. The benedictory sense of a setting sun illuminating the evening sky. The explosion of brightly colored leaves in summer's farewell. I feel blessed when I smell the enticing aroma of bratwurst sputtering on a charcoal grill. The burst of coffee ground flavor from a newly opened can. The scent of pine boughs freshly cut from the nearby woods. I feel blessed when I taste a warm mug of cocoa beside a crackling pine scented fire. A slice of icy cold watermelon on a muggy summer day. The buttery kernels of a freshly grilled ear of corn-on-the-cob. I feel blessed when I feel the contented weight of a sleeping child's head on my shoulder. A friend's congratulatory high five for a job well done. The warm handclasp of a friend who understands my sorrow. I am especially grateful for all of you my loved ones. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Get fantasy football with free live scoring. Sign up for FanHouse Fantasy Football today. I feel blessed when I hear early morning sparrows cheerily chirping as they flit about. The gentle ripple of water over pebbles in a in a woodland creek. Carousel music playing as children ride horses up and down. I feel blessed when I see the serene sight of snow-covered pines and mountains. The benedictory sense of a setting sun illuminating the evening sky. The explosion of brightly colored leaves in summer's farewell. I feel blessed when I smell the enticing aroma of bratwurst sputtering on a charcoal grill. The burst of coffee ground flavor from a newly opened can. The scent of pine boughs freshly cut from the nearby woods. I feel blessed when I taste a warm mug of cocoa beside a crackling pine scented fire. A slice of icy cold watermelon on a muggy summer day. The buttery kernels of a freshly grilled ear of corn-on-the-cob. I feel blessed when I feel the contented weight of a sleeping child's head on my shoulder. A friend's congratulatory high five for a job well done. The warm handclasp of a friend who understands my sorrow. I am especially grateful for all of you my loved ones. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
