In many ways, today seemed like the first real day of spring. The sun was warm, the flowers blooming. Birdsong like a chorus coming from every direction. Barn swallows arrowing out of the barn when I walked in.
After breakfast, two horses got massages while the cats chased one another, explored the massage therapist's truck, and finally settled down for a mid-morning collapse.
Suddenly it was quiet, except for the occasional soft snort of a relaxed horse, the distant call of a bird.
Nowhere to be but right here.
Such a living moment. The warm hush shines through in the picture.
ReplyDeleteMan. I don't know who I'm more jealous of: the horses getting a massage, the cats napping in the sun or you taking it all in.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Billie!
Jason: Warm hush is exactly what it was. That's the perfect way to describe it.
ReplyDeleteJoni: It was my weekly service. :)
A very good life. :-)
ReplyDeleteI try to make time to feel grateful for it every single day. :)
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