Written by Beth from Sense and SensibilitiesIt’s a familiar place. Tall trees, wide open fields, white puffy clouds randomly scattered across the never ending blue sky. The porch is my favorite spot. It looks out over acres of everything beautiful. The rolling dam, the lake with its fountain softly gurgling, birds flitting about the feeders, the deck with chairs growing hot in the midday sun, pots of flowers planted with an artist’s eye. I find myself here frequently when we visit, oftentimes with a book I’m determined to read, but more times than not, I drift off on the couch, content to just feel the cool breeze and enjoy the peace and quiet of my in-laws’ farm.
It’s not quiet today.
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