Rocking in my rocking chair on a warm, sunny, Sunday evening! I dream of eventually trading in my rocker for a porch swing or a hammock...and someday having a little cafe table out here, so we can eat a late evening meal with our food warmed in the last rays of light for the day!
Until then, I'll take my beat up rocker and the minutes of peace that break up the passing cars racing by on the highway in front of our farm, just steps from our front stoop!
Our evening soundtrack includes a hooting owl from a nearby tree, the woodpecker pecking away on one of our neighbor's trees (our one and only neighbor), the jingling of bells attached to the ruminates necks, the 18 wheeler wheels in the asphalt, (he's hopefully heading home), the sound of farmer J's flip flops as he walks around the farm doing evening chores, boys busy creating art while seated at the kitchen table, hundreds of song birds chirping away, sheep and goats bleating for a bed night snack and an occasional squeal from a piglet!
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