One 6th of the summer is already gone. The grass continues to grow and the sun wakes me up when it shines in through my bedroom window.

Its quiet here.  I look out as I type this and I see the wind gently blowing the empty porch swing …back and forth as if someone is actually sitting in it enjoying this sunny morning, but they aren’t.

The garden is but a wild patch of weeds, with one strip of strawberries struggling to return. They are persistent even though no one even cares.  A few “leftover” seeds from the dying squash plants from last fall have decided they will grow this year whether anyone wants them to or not.  No one cares.

The goat pasture grass is so tall that you couldn’t even tell if there were goats out there ….but there’s not.  And there won’t be any fresh brown eggs to gather anymore either, their pens are empty.

The  empty sandbox is being taken over by random weeds who have managed their way up through the sand, because their is no one there to stop them.

The silence can kill you,  if you let it….  I won’t let it win.  I am strong, and I will defeat this silence. I will fight with all I am to bring the sounds  back that belong in this house.  You have won for but a moment…….God is in charge …not  YOU.