Tuesday, May 07, 2019

The solace of quiet mornings

For the past week I’ve been taking the time to stop and appreciate the beautifully quiet mornings on November Hill. Quiet meaning no sounds except for the birds singing, the tone of their song held close and perfect by the tree foliage which surrounds us in spring and summer.

Our house is on a hill, and at eye level with the thickest foliage of a number of trees, so the birdsong is nearer and I think held in almost as if in a contained space. It is marvelously peaceful and so welcome right now.

The quiet time is precious.

Even these three appreciate it.


2 comments:

Grey Horse Matters said...

There's nothing like a peaceful quiet morning or day for that matter. Love the three pooches on the couch. Clem looks like she's figured out the routine and is very comfortable with it.

billie said...

She’s a treasure - such an easy-going girl no matter where she is or what’s happening around her. :)