“Is it too quiet here for you?” my mother asked me once while sitting outside at her farm in rural Clifton Forge, Va.

“Golly, no!” was my immediate reply.

We could hear so much. The birds singing, the summer locusts, horses walking and grazing in the field, the whistle of the train passing through off in the distance. It was lovely and peaceful.

Our farm is the same. Mom never saw it because she passed away before we bought it. But it too is peaceful and quiet. And when sitting on our east porch, I can feel Mom there with me enjoying the quiet. It is a wonderful blessing.