Fleeting Thoughts:
Having coffee on the patio this morning before the humidity and heat geared up, the sound of Morning Doves was welcomed. The cooing brought separate but similar memories to Dennis and me. The memories stemmed from days of early morning farming times. Getting dairy cows into the barn for milking went hand in hand with the soothing coos of the doves. Sharing the farming memories with each other this morning, speaks to the essence of our souls . . . peaceful, simpler times.