As I sit in the quiet tranquility of the this day on my Ozark Farm. I listen to the quiet and hear only the voices of nature. Today the birds sing me a song and in the mist,  I hear a Bob White telling me it is near.

A slight breeze blows the messages, I need to hear and I know that all is well in my little part of this Heavenly Earth. As the birds sing, so do the songs of the Angels, and those who have gone before me. I bow my head and thank Spirit, and Mother Nature for all they provided for me on this day. Namaste my friends. Angel Hugs