Your theme for today's writing is: empty.
That's how it's feeling around here, now that everybody has returned home. But we'll have more visitors soon, and hopefully some of those who just left will find their way back here sooner than later as well.
Another big harvest for locals this morning, even with the strawberries looking generally unimpressed with Saturday's multiple downpours. But at least we escaped yesterday's hail, which I learned fell on the other side of the lake during the afternoon.
That would have been very ungood for all the fruit in the orchard.
Words echo strangely,
The air is colder;
Days seem to darken
As they grow older.
Something is missing,
Now that you're not near;
Somewhere you're laughing,
Unknown to my ear.
When will you return?
Save me from this place!
All I will ask for:A smile on your face.