A Day of Quiet
As we were having our last night’s meal of fried egg sandwiches, Dennis and I recapped our day. Both of us had worked with garden tools to make an inroad on the blue barn acre, and . . . we did. Neither of us got hurt or fell.
Today, being Monday, we each pulled into our own selves resting up for a repeat in the near future.
Shh! Today felt like the peace that passes all understanding.