Glorious here this bright Sunday morning, with mist rising from creek and pond. The hay was cut on Friday, and lays in curving matts across the fields, brown against yellow, with layers of mist above. A prowling black cat paces down the rows, ears alert as grasshoppers flee before him.
The rabbits are lively these cool mornings, eager for breakfast hay and bright eyed for attention. A dozen doves rise from the barn roof as I come back from doing the chores and spider webs shimmer with the dew.