Well, it’s crunch time and I am not talking about the guys getting in shape for football nor the last minute school preparations.  The city oiled our street last week and then added a coating of pea gravel.   Even inside the house I can hear the crunching of people walking or riding their bikes or driving their cars.  It literally IS crunch time.   At first, I couldn’t figure out what this new sound in the neighborhood was, but then I experienced it and was enlightened by the realization of its source.   Add that crunching to the crow chorus, the chipmunk octet, the kids across the street playing soccer and we find ourselves living in the midst of a symphony of creation’s best.   I like how creation puts things together, whether to our tastes or not.   There is nothing we can count on in our yard and neighborhood other than we can’t count on anything being the same.   The randomness of life – what pure delight.  The sweeper went by this morning – sweeping up the crunch.  So, by tonight the sounds will be different.  The blending of sounds will be a new style, but not for long I’m sure.  Thank God for the sounds of life. 

Till next week…H

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