Quiet Country watercolor

In the sky mostly blue, a touch of peach meanders through.
Softly.
In the trees mostly bare, prey moves slowly if they dare.
Quietly.

My property touches the neighbor’s farm with no fence for a boundary. The field has been plowed and it’s beautifully bare…a wonderful vast, open space.

Silence grows here now in this winter season. Yes, the occasional crow caws and a blue jay squawks, but for the most part, stillness.

I crave the quiet that the country offers. There is nothing quite like it. Winter seems especially peaceful with sleeping rolling hills uncovered by leafless trees. When I look out unto the vast expanse, the thoughts in my mind become hushed.

May you find a bit of quietness during this busy holiday season.
Christine