A Day of Rest

After 3 days of trimming trees, picking up brush, cutting grass, planting flowers and bushes, we gave ourselves a break today and went to town.  We're back home now...Michael is having a nap and I am sitting out on the front porch with a glass of wine and Denver at my feet.  It's still warm and the sun is slowing setting in the west.  The birds are chirping and having their last meal of the day.   The smell of sweet grass is wafting in the air and the wind chimes are tinkling in the trees....the pheasant is calling to his mate....yes, this is why we moved to Nova Scotia....all I see are trees and the very top of our neighbour's house in the distance.