Things quite down, slower. I can smell the dampness. The birds come closer, come louder. The barn swallow, common and in all directions (chee-der, chee-der, weet weet weet).
There is white oak and bur oak, and they all rest on the ground from last fall. I try to draw a quick version. I start the line of a new piece:
your after sound, rolls and smiles over the new plants