Quiet

It’s been kind of a quiet day. I wonder if I’m missing something. Oh, there was the oddly torrential rainstorm that lasted but a few minutes, but that’s the kind of thing that’s more or less normal here on the mountain. Perhaps it was the rain and the threat of more, but for the first time in a while, I slept through the night without being awakened by Baby Dog seeing a raccoon or hearing the fox bark. Dog and I didn’t see any deer or rabbits on our morning walk either. The most exciting thing that has happened is that I was eyed suspicously by this Canada goose.

I’m torn between hoping the rest of the day is as quiet and hoping that it becomes just a tad more exciting—nothing too major, please, though. A lovely moth, a visit by an uncommon summer bird, a new summer flower—that’s all I’d like to have cross my doorstep.