on quiet

As I spent a long ten minutes hunting for arrow head to add to our potatoes for supper, I suddenly noticed how incredibly quiet it was. There were no sirens, no wailing children, no trains zooming by overhead. Just a few songbirds, the lapping of the wetland water hitting the canoe. But those few soft sounds stood apart. And they were so sweet.

Where do you find some peace and quiet? Hopefully it is someplace closer than 9 hours away from home 🙂

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