A Quiet day...

...on the homefront....

Last evening there was calm in the heavens as Cowboy and I sat on the front porch, the evening chores were done. Supper was in the oven with the aromas of pot roast and blueberry muffins sifting through the door casings.

It was a quiet Sunday and we were able to catch up on our neglected pastimes. Cowboy picked up his carving tools. I curled up with chapters in a book that was awaiting me; one which had been collecting dust in its half open state.

The sun had begun to dim its glow over the horizon and for a brief interlude we were lost in capricious conversation.
A breeze played soft music through the wind chimes hanging on the eves, yet the locust leaves shivered. We listened, as over head the birds were hastily seeking shelter.

Is there a storm blowing in, we wondered?

Soon dirt devils began to swirl in a dance with the sagebrush and the elms began bowing with their applause.

We watched as the horses banished the wind in foolish delight. In the obscurity of the moment, cattle could be heard drifting hastily into the coulees.
Gusting winds began unleashing mayhem over the prairies, disarranging tumbleweeds, entangling them amid the fences.

Supper was ready. I gathered the corners of the blanket surrounding me and we went inside, closing the doors against the intrusive fingers of Ol' Man Winter.

Ol’ Jack Frost hasn’t knocked yet, he is still next door!