Heaven on earth

You can count on the unexpected to come out of the mouth of 5-year-olds. Max has been telling me, when we happen to see one of the big towering thunderhead clouds, that heaven is on that cloud.

Last evening, as this cloud turned shades of pink - Max's favorite color - he again told me, "Gwamma, heaven is up der on da cloud!"

I had to agree. One of those quiet, warm evenings, with the very air turning rosy around us (thanks to several soaking thunderstorms which left a lot of moisture in the ground we have a lot of HUMIDITY in the air to catch the light....) and the cloud statas showing off God's paintbrush.

The lack of my beloved northwest mountains is offset by the broad skies here, the ability to see a panorama of cloud and farm land, in all hues and shades. We don't have to perch on a cloud to enjoy heaven, Max, we have a bit of it right here on the farm.

This audacious bunny would agree - where else would he have such an abundance of eats? Including the garden, when he can pull off a "Peter Rabbit" under the gates....

Than and Collin, who had come over along with Max at the last minute to help me pick beans before it got dark, were salivating over this rabbit. They were ready to grab the bb guns, claimed the little mischief maker was just taunting them. He didn't move unless we got within about 20 feet.

Not a bit afraid of us. Most of our "wild" animals are like that here on the farm, they have gotten used to us and know we don't let the dogs chase them. Well, except for the occasional 'Happy hole-digging spree'...

Yep, heaven all around. We are very blessed.