It's Wednesday

It's Wednesday. 

A light rain is falling.  I can hear a train whistle in the distance, low and deep.  The rustle of leaves sound like swirling taffeta under the mixed chirps of hundreds of birds. 

Bean and her cousin are outside, chasing frogs, getting soaked, imagining fantastic stories.   

The littles are asleep already, earlier than usual, but that's what a rainy day does to me, too.

On our little country road, the house is peaceful.  I'm taking some quiet minutes to myself. 

Because it's Wednesday.