The sun left her golden shawl behind as she slipped behind the mountains.
As the remnants of sun settled over the mountains, peace settled into the meadows.
As we approached the fence, the cows greeted us. DirtMan claimed this was because we were standing in front of their feeding trough. However, they wagged their tails when I talked to them and followed me up and down the fence line, Yes, the cows and I connected on another level.
This one stopped grazing and listened intently to my every word. Who doesn’t enjoy being the center of attention, even if it’s to a herd of cows?
The cows seemed sad to say goodbye…ok, maybe they were sad we didn’t fill their grain trough.
There is such a simple beauty and comfort in farms and orchards.
A scene of serenity.
We left the orchard awash in the glow of dusk.