Just a song a twilight,
when the lights are low,
And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go,
Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long,
Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song,
comes Love's old sweet song.
--From Love's Old Sweet Song, Lyrics by G. Clifton Bingham
Because I'm surrounded by thick woods on all sides, I never get beautiful sunsets around here, though sunrises can be spectacular in the winter, when the leaves are off the trees.
But I do get what I consider a magical phenomenon, at this time of the year. The setting sun's long arm reaches over to the eastern side of the property, and creates a lovely light show. Sometimes, in the tree tops, sometimes in the sky, as was the case the other evening, at twilight. I took this photo from my kitchen window, of the wispy clouds, illuminated by the setting sun, just before darkness fell. Isn't it lovely?
As I was watching the darkness descend, the chorus of the very old song, Love's Old Sweet Song, came to mind. I could only remember the first two lines, but Eileen remembered the rest of it, and sang it to me over the phone, while I wrote it down. :-) I thought the words went perfectly with the picture, and I've been humming the lovely melody all week.
I would also like to acknowledge an exceptionally nice award I received from Ann , or Ancient One, a few days ago.
Isn't it nice? Thank you so much, Ann. I am honored to receive it. I would like to pass this award on to all my blogging friends. You all have a Brilliante Weblog, in my book! My older son Joe is arriving from Ohio tomorrow, bringing along my eight year old granddaughter, Mckenzie, and I'm looking forward to having them here for almost a week. The cats and dogs around here can't wait to see Mckenzie either, since she is more fun to have around then a barrel of monkeys!
Have a wonderful week, everyone, and God Bless!
