To be greeted with a sweet song in the morning and the same one at day’s end.
The song of the American Robin. Sweet music at both ends of a summer day.
TRUE STORY: I once had one of those clocks which rang a bird song on each hour. 7:00 am was the American Robin. My work day began at 6:00 am and so I became very accustom to the robins after I was up and running. On my weeks vacation in the forest, I heard their lovely morning serenade only to jump out of a quasi-sleep announcing,”I’m late!”
The hardest part of the summer heat is that my windows are closed and my air-conditioner is the only sound.
I relish those days at camp where the sweetest voices make me smile before I open my eyes to a new day.