9 o’clock and the kids are almost to sleep. I can see the mosquitos flittering against the screen wondering why they can’t get a bite of me. I feel safe and yet still a little uneasy in their presence. The peeper froggies are doing their peeping song, along with the crickets, and some really pretty trilling bird?
The trees out back look like frills of lace set on a magestic purple blue.
The cars and trucks create a bumpy din as they ride up our freshly graded dirt road, their headlights like gentle waves crashing around our house as they head up road and away.