The rainbird sprinkler is making its unique sound outside the front door.
There is no better proof of warm weather than the sound of a rainbird. It's the soundtrack of summer.
The shadows are growing long this late afternoon.
And I?
I am rich.
In the green stuff that really matters anyway.
The first picking of peas.
The months of hard labor that brought me to this place, fade into the background.
Dudes.
I have food to eat from my own plot of earth.
I am content.
And I'm making a note of it.
I am content.
And I'm making a note of it.