Working an eleven hour shift, coupled with a three hour round trip work commute, my husband is extremely tired at the end of each day. Life with a television; he would eat supper, collapse in the recliner, turn on TV, and fall to sleep.
In the absence of television programing.a new routine has emerged. After supper we sit out on the deck, watch clouds skirt the swaying treetops, talk, and listen. Echoing through the woods, the haunting flute like melody of the Hermit Thrush, is as magical each night as if it were our first time hearing it.