Relative Something

It was about as peaceful as our place can be this morning as Delilah and I made the rounds. The serenity was only interrupted once when Delilah felt the need to respond to the distant barks from a dog far across the valley. The only other sounds humming along were the cooing of the barn pigeons and the munching of four horses happily chomping their feed.

Our labyrinth is glowing with the fall colors in the trees that surround it on three sides.

We are looking forward to a run of several warm and sunny fall days ahead.

I intend to soak up as much serenity as I am able. [big sigh]

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