I have been home for 6 days now, and the world sure is different than NYC!  The sound of the trains hooting is my noisiest event, although I did hear a chain saw today, and some hammering.  The faint sound of traffic hardly impinges on my consciousness.  (Is that spelled right?  That's how spell-check says it's written.)

I've taken a walk up the Tobin Trail with Brenda, where we saw the gooseberries and the mole, and trimmed the verge.
I've taken an hour long bike ride around and around the Indian Jim Campground near my home, where I saw the blue berry-bush thing, and the sumac and the train.
I've done laundry, dishes, chores, gardening, and the like, which is where I took the other photos. 

Pretty simple pleasures amidst grand, but serene vistas.  I have many plans for the days to come.