I arrived to work this morning to the sound of all sorts of birds echoing across the parking lot. The funny thing is, it's an electronic bird sound. No, it's not meant for pleasure or even ambiance, it's to scare away the gackles. Birds fly south, right? And they have to go somewhere, right? Well, they picked Texas. They flock everywhere and leave their evidence on cars and anything else that happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So, they put in an electric bird sound to scare them off. One bird sounds very much like a falcon out of a creepy movie. All authentic, mind you. Smile.
All things considered, though, I've come to love this hot place. I never thought I'd enjoy Texas, let alone come to love it, but I do. I love the heat that wraps around me like a cozy blanket, the humidity that refreshes my skin like a soothing cloth, the homey sound of crickets chirping (as long as they're outside), the trees with branches reaching to the ground and spread wide. I love the rumble of thunder and the lightning that rips across the sky and the sound of the rain beating on the roof. I love it. And I love that I share this home in this place with my sweet husband. The Lord has blessed me greatly and I feel content.