In keeping with the flavour of yesterday's message, I am all set to cook him a great big steak tonight (I can't eat red meat and never cook it, so this is a real treat for him). I plan to throw it on the camping stove and serve it with a flavoursome tossed salad.
I have also arranged a cheese platter of all his favourite cheeses and dips and have two bottles of scrumptious wines to wash it all down with. It will be a wonderful night under the stars (here's hoping the children go to sleep!).
So for today's message, from Patrick Lyndsay's lovely book*.
Now is the time to...
listen for the birdsong
Whether you're in the wilderness, or in the Big Smoke, listen for the songs of birds.
Somehow, somewhere, they will be near you.
They offer a sign of optimism, of the rhythms of nature, of the triumph of the individual.
They sing of hope.
'How the quiet gravity of nature and her silence by contrast startles one when one faces her collected' - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
Can you hear the birds at your place? How many different types of bird calls can you hear?
* I know you won't believe me that I turned to that message completely randomly, but I did. And didn't I get spooked!