A quiet day. We've had two days of rain with more expected, and it's too wet to work outdoors; the low areas are marked with deep puddles, and the ground is squishy beneath our boots. The rain doesn't deter the birds, though; a pair of mourning doves has been sleeping in one of the trees, and a flock of robins has been seeking juicy bugs and worms. The chickens are in their usual sheltered spot under the front porch. The dog, always conscious of where they are, is napping right above them.
I've already done my walking. The creek's rushing water is lovely music to this farmer's ears. The pond is filling up again. Two pairs of ducks have decided to spend the rest of the season there, and our resident great blue heron is once again enjoying his fishing.
I seek today the comfort and peace of my writing and my art. The work will still be there tomorrow.