The Old Mule

A view from my back porch…
The last several nights have brought that seasonal awareness that our temperature is changing. The walls and halls of the old farmhouse slowly squeak creaking their way through the night as they have year after year. I don`t really know whose bones crackle or pop more mine or the house, but together we play our symphony of musical sounds right along like clock work so there you go.
All is looking busy for the rest of the week around here so with that said I`ll employ all my tricks to make things happen. My focus is knowing that before long that laid back time called winter will arrive giving me more rocking time on the back porch of the old farmhouse……………………..Dan