Sunday in Pictures

Evening chores always gives us some sort of daily renewal for why we live as we do. The way the sun shines on the bark of the old cottonwood, the way the shadows stretch out so long, the way the chickens rush about their bug hunting, and the way the soil looks as we prepare it for fall planting. The way the birds sing all around us and the way the air smells and the breeze blows ever so gently. Sundays, when we spend the entire day together, it feels like an extra blessing to have such a simple life.

The rush of modern life is just not a part of our day. Lamps are now lit, the quiet is beautiful. Its time for books and hand holding, glancing at each other with 30 years of love. It's nice.