In the fading light of a November afternoon, there is a peaceful moment.
The chores are finished. The lists for the active days ahead are drawn-up. The Household rests.
Over in the woods, the leaves are rustling. Not from the wind, but from the small animals seeking out a shelter for the night that’s fast approaching. The Old Dog leans against my knee, more interested in the Comfort of Home, than the Thrill of the Hunt.
Wishing all of you a moment of calm this week.
The 4 O’Clock:
It’s a good start.