Morning has broken

This morning I listened to the blackbird high on the damson singing and singing and it reminded me of the hymn 'Morning has broken, like the first morning, blackbird has spoken, like the first word'. The rest of the verse continues 'Praise for the singing, praise for the morning, praise for them springing fresh from the world'. I love my early mornings while most people are still asleep and to walk around the garden or across the field listening to the birds here is a huge privilege. Elsewhere I know people around us are up milking their cows and beginning busy, farming days.