Softly singing the crickets tells us it's time to harvest. Time to reap, time to enjoy the bounty. Oh, how lucky we are! Safe and secure, able to sleep soundly to the serenade of the crickets under the bright harvest moon. Surrounded by beauty, we live in bliss. Comforts of all kinds are at our fingertips. Yet all this magnificence seems mundane and ordinary. We can't be thankful, and appreciate our life, extraordinary. Next time you hunker down in your soft bed, belly still full from dinner and a roof over your head: Take a moment to love your life and all you have; all those who gave it to you, and all those who have none.