Woke this morning expecting it to be Wednesday. But it didn’t sound anything like Wednesday. More like Sunday or New Years Day. So I wondered and then remembered the holiday and thought how amazing, really, that a few thousand people not going to work can change the atmosphere to this degree.
Even now as I write, the paperboy is making deliveries (with a red wagon, bless him); I hear the trundling sound of the wheels through an open window and neighbours chatting. The sun is out. A faint hum of traffic, birds sing, dogs bark, train whistle, wind chimes; it’s all there, all normal, and yet…
… something undefinable is quiet that usually isn’t.
Happy red and white day. (And keep it down, willya?)
♦
Other Wordless Friends—
Cheryl Andrews
Allison Howard
Barbara Lambert
Allyson Latta
Elizabeth Yeoman
Matilda Magtree 
Beautiful capture only thing missing is a waffle :-)
The butler is at the beach. (;
Beautiful, Carin. There is as much ‘found’ peace and calm in this image as there is in your ‘not so’ wordless post today. Sighhhhhhh
Thanks, Cheryl. From one peacenik to another.
lovely and serene, who would not enjoy waking to this view each morning!
And tea and cake and you’ve really got a morning. (;
Cheers!
Would make a beautiful painting . How nice . Thank you for sharing .
xo
Ah, the ineffable sounds of a holiday, and all that leafy greenness!
So green. Everything. Jungle-esque, actually.
How perfectly perfect Carin! (But then I’m not one bit surprised.)
It was just there. Blinking its perfection at me. (:
What a beautiful picture, both wordless and wordy! Our special day in all its uniqueness!
So nicely put. Thank you…