A Good Morning for a Prayer for our President

Our resident squirrel

I am sitting on the deck - it’s a glorious morning, 65 F and a bearable 82 percent humidity with a pleasant breeze.

There are birds chirping in the dense foliage, a woodpecker breaking the forest sounds humming with life, hammering industriously like a machine gun in the tallest tree nearby.

The resident squirrel is foraging for nuts running up and down the same tree silently.  No agitated cries this morning, her enemies are not close by.

The fox gave up digging up my flower beds for more turtle eggs, she finally realized that she ate them all during the first two excavations.

A few daring birds are splashing in the bird bath. I filled the water earlier and they dive in with gusto.

It’s a magnificent Sunday morning, time to pray for our President and his family in nature’s cathedral, surrounded by lush vegetation and birds.