The lawn mowers are quiet, having gone in for supper. The evening song of birds comes from trees casting long shadows of cool across yards and porches. The setting sun paints everything it touches in yellows and gold. A gentle breeze blows across softly creaking rocking chairs enjoying after dinner iced tea. So the evening song goes to dusk and crickets, frogs and foxes take over to serenade the moon.
Jimmy, I'm delighted to have taken you "there" because I'm just bringing you all "here" to me. Oh, and about those dogs, foxes torment the heck out of our coon hounds and I'm sure they do your neighbor's dogs too. ~L
Member Rara Avis
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!