Morning has Broken

"Morning has broken,
like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken,
like the first bird
Praise for the singing,
praise for the morning
Praise for the springing
fresh from the word"

These are the words of Eleanor Farjeon in the hymn some of us sang at school or in church and which seemed so appropriate this morning at 8 o'clock when the sun crept up over the distant University library to flood through my precious stained glass window, made for me by my friend of oh so many talents.

I am lucky enough to have five windows in my study and at this time of year the sun is at a low enough angle to appear through four of them in turn, charting its progress from sunrise to sunset.......... that is if it is visible at all, given the gloomy weather we have had over the winter so far.

The disadvantage of this sunshine is of course noticing the dirty windows and the dusty furniture. There is no time now to clean them before Magpie comes for coffee; perhaps she won't notice, being too busy chewing the fat, so to speak.