Beautiful night

Tonight after Maryellen and Waverly had gone to sleep, I stepped out onto the front porch. About 25 degrees tonight. Not a cloud in the sky. Clear. Crisp. No moon. Just stars as far as the mind can imagine. Damn, but it is beautiful up here.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night wondering how we are ever going to make this farm work. But the moments like tonight, standing on the porch, more than make up for the occasional pang of doubt.