My Saturdays are often busy with mowing, cleaning, grocery shopping and church. But nearly every Saturday starts in the quiet of my back yard.
Of course, quiet is relative. Perhaps I should say peaceful. The sound of the water feature, the chirping of the birds and the gentle breeze combine into a symphony of natural wonder. And so, while I’ve already been to the BMV and still have to hit the store, our neighbor’s party and church later tonight, I still feel that my day started perfectly…once again.