Evening Rest

Part of the joy of working hard, is when its over and you get to rest and relax. When Emery came home from work, he found me in the garden fighting what seems to be a loosing battle with the weeds. I was using the high wheel cultivator and felt a bit like that scene from Little House on The Prairie when Ma was out with the oxen plowing the field, only I was the beast of burden.

It was humid out so there was sweat on my brow. Emery came through the gate and took over the job and I sat under the cotton wood tree which is leaved out. A mocking bird sang over head and there was a constant soft clucking from the chickens as they hunted for bugs outside the garden fence.

It felt a bit like heaven to light the lamps and sit down with a nice cold glass of water, work boots kicked off and my bare toes glad to be free. The house is clean, the chores all done, the front lawn seeded and now I can sit for the evening. There is a special peace that has come with sundown. A silence and a softness that can't easily be described.