It’s almost 10PM, an early July evening after a long day of work on the farm. We settle in to watch the sunset on the deck with a little knitting project. (Me, the new, highly smitten knitter.) Feel….. a warm, moist breeze blows, by way of the pond, the frogs sing in loud pulsating waves, and just as the sun fades away, its tiny slight now shinny brilliant on the horizon, fireflies appear; an amazing light show to remind me of a Grateful Dead concert somewhere back in time.
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