CACOPHONY

I’m not a morning person. It seems that everyone else in the neighborhood is–up singing at the crack of dawn, preening their lawns, checking how gardens fared in the cool Spring weather. I stretch, then close my eyes to get another hour, a few minutes, a wink.

We moved here for the solitude, not the acreage. The bucolic view is a bonus, a big backyard with fertile soil. A place to settle down, raise a family.