And this morning, as soon as I walked out with my tray, two houses down, some men began cutting/weedeating/blowing a yard. Not the quietest of breakfasts, but nice nonetheless. Glad they made quick work of it. Now I can hear the noise of a train (the tracks are about a mile away), and the chickens making their small clucking noises of content. It's calm outside again. I call that bliss.
Now to carry this mood throughout the rest of the day. Not borrow trouble, or anticipate anything I can't control. I've now filled my Brown Betty teapot with Tension Tamer, and that will be the theme of my day. Windows up, a slight breeze, and rest. Join me?
