A gentle summer evening rain is falling, as the sun sets and the hay out back nestles snugly against the treeline. The birdhouse is now devoid of the chicks who had inhabited it, grown and gone, searching for worms at other yards and bigger fields. It is quiet here, the Sunday night train hooting in the distance, close enough to hear its evocative horn but far enough away not to intrude on relaxing thoughts.
The hustle and bustle of the upcoming week is being kept at bay ... for a while yet...until the inevitable occurs and the morning school bell rings, and we're off!
Have a great week everyone.