Breaking up the monotony of a flawless blue sky, a steady procession of puffy whites meander eastward, as if they had somewhere to go; it’s a silly habit, but discovering creatures in the clouds brings me childish delight.  There is a welcome rhythm and rest to life at the farm–what could be more relaxing than sway in a hammock from a silent breeze, lying in the shadow of an oak standing guard, listening to the drone of a bee and the strum of a hummingbird’s wings, and a few minutes away from the noise of life.

If it weren’t for the blasted camera in my hand and my incessant need to take pictures of my feet, it would’ve been perfect opportunity for a NAP! 🙂

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