It's a beautiful calm morning with just a hint of a breeze evident in the swaying branches. I notice first how quiet it is...something has changed...the grain dryer isn't running as it has been for the past few weeks. It isn't our grain dryer. I'm really not sure which farm the dryer is located on but it is west or north of us and during the harried days of harvest the dryer has been moaning its active presence day and night. It's kind of a sorrowful, eerie moan that changed its volume as the wind controlled its movement.
Today the trains are bold and outspoken as they rumble through the countryside, blowing their warning whistle as they approach each road intersection, one after another, "get off the tracks," "get off the tracks"!
As the train moves on in the distance, slipping into quietness, the groan of traffic on the highway takes the train's place in my ears. I hear the vehicles approach our section of Highway 30 then their noise begins to fade as they move past and out of my scope of hearing. The semis hum a deeper tune with an occasional drifting to the rumble strips along the side of the road that seem to cry out, "wake up!"
The birds are quiet this time of year; the trees are less busy now, it seems. The occasional formation of geese flies overhead with its honking and delights me with its presence. The neighbors' dogs begin their warning barks until the 'danger' passes. Their chickens and ducks remain undisturbed, as do the cows in their pasture. The lambs save their baaing for when the shepherd returns.
"Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with tambourine and dancing, praise him with the strings and flute, praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord" (Psalm 150:3-6 NIV).