For two hours, on a quilt under a tree; and I thought of the words in the morning's hymn:
The glories of earth, sea and sky
Thy pow'r and wisdom magnify;
The roseate dawn, the living breeze,
The flow'r decked fields, the surging seas,
All sing in wordless song to thee,
To whom exist all things that be.
It was the words living breeze that got me for some reason. We both enjoyed that breeze today.
Of course, sitting under a tree you occasionally feel a crawly something on your neck or whatever, and these little yellow spiders kept appearing, along with tiny ants and even a daddy long legs who was suddenly in my basket! I chased him out.
Here's a bright red bug of some sort. There was so much busyness on this tiny level!
If you don't pay attention, you'd never realize what's going on out there. And I usually don't.