Sometimes I am deeply, peacefully happy living right here the way I do, and sometimes it seems like too much hard, boring work. Tonight I went out in the semi-darkness at about 8:00 to pick some SOYBEANS. I listened to the insects while I was picking. It got too dark to work in the garden, so I pulled about ten plants and brought them to the front stoop where I could work under the porch light. While I was sitting there pulling the soybeans off the plants, an owl hooted from the far hillside: “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?” A BARRED OWL. When I came indoors Bob was lying on the bed that serves as a living room sofa reading today’s paper. Peace. Contentment. Why would I ever want to move back to the city?