I stood on the deck just before dinner tonight. The aroma of baking cornbread made it difficult not to dive head first into the big ol pan of butter beans sitting on an eye of the stove and eat myself into a stupor.
I sat there for a long while enjoying the evening. Jilda was in the zone assembling her world famous coleslaw in the crystal punchbowl that was a gift from her mom.
I could see the almost-full moon peaking over the horizon. From behind the barn, I could hear Mr. Owl flirting with his mate somewhere off in the distance. I'm sure they were planning a rendezvous for later tonight.
I love night sounds. I bought a CD once called Nature Sounds. It had thunderstorms, the ocean surf, a babbling brook, and night sounds. I can think of no more relaxing sounds.
I would still have been out there except for the call to dinner. As I always say, you can call me anything, just don't call me late for dinner.
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