Rain drops slide down the old wooden house's frame tap-dancing along the way. The chimney smokes sweet dry oak trees. The dogs settle in for a deep afternoon nap as I start to keep track of time. I know soon my darling cowgirl will return. The chickens who at first scratched about undeterred by heaven's drink now find refuge in shelter. The goats like a warm funnel cake from the county fair remain intertwined. How this has become my life is beyond understanding? Where thoughts once lingered now only gratitude remains; overwhelming uncontrollable gratefulness.