I haven't been in a mood to write of late. My work schedule has been tumultuous, and I've been wrestling with miserable (and out-of-nowhere) food allergies.
Today, we're having a homey day. Even though I cannot currently eat any of the tomatoes that we grew in the garden because of hateful new food allergies, I'm drying and canning them, in the hopes that I'll be able to eat them in the future.
Today is a quiet day, and I'm in the back yard, listening to the local sounds.
A small plane is flying overhead.
Finches are squabbling.
The lilac bushes rustles in the wind.
A raven croaks.
My neighbors' banana bush creaks.
An apple drops from my other neighbors' tree.
A spoon clinks against a bowl.
The beehives hum.
A pigeon hoots.
I'm thinking about the silence in the skies, nine years ago.