greenish timber points in the distance amongst the large ferns, while baby raccoons hamper about acting ever so squimish. Fear unknown, peace in sight, courage in hands, such a soothing night! The wood curled lining top of the barn sits so solid i seldom wonder how awesome is this farm. vibrant peach tones slice the scene out yonder pass the valley, still i sit there serene to the bone, untouched, bare, solemn just happy to be alone. As the peach tones dissipate from my view, the clouds turn to red and just moments ago they were a dusty blue. I reckon within a few the dew will blow and the barn's signiture wood will be tougher to view. Crows and ducks pass along the horizen sport green with orange dots and fly atleast 6, 8, to a dozen! i see a lily in a still pond float to the beat of the air, and by golly this farm, is truthfully the best in the land, I swear!

You just described my piece of rural haven, home, minus the racoons and crows, simply because they are non existant in New Zealand..Nice write Kirk..

thanks angel.