Of course, alone is a relative term. No people — but 3 cats, flocks of birds, a ham baking in the oven, and happy indecision about what music to listen to.
In honor of Thanksgiving Day, I slipped out to the supermarket and replenished my bird feeding supplies. I put up woodpecker treats, new suet baskets, thistle seed socks, and refilled all the feeders.
I’ve got special high-priced cat food for the 3 beasties, and bought a sweet potato pie for dessert.
It’s quiet in the house now — the lovely stillness of a peaceful day, with no worries that can’t wait until tomorrow; no sorrows that can’t be put away; and no fears that can’t be soothed by birdsong and music.
Blessings of the day to all.
And so it is.