Acres of Sage

The sun is shining.

After a week of snowy and cloudy weather, the sun is shining. The grass is white from the frost, but the sun is shining down and the frost glistens; even the roof tops on the nearby cabins are glistening.

The willows look amber from their seasonal change and I can smell the pumpkin bread baking in my oven. My little boy is getting to help his mama continue to write, making my writing time short. He is playing peek-a-boo behind my laptop screen. The sun is shining through my window.

My fire is warming the house, my husband is home, my kids are being quiet. The sun is shining.