Sounds that quietly took over my thoughts:
The insistent rapping of a woodpecker’s beak on a tree in the grove.
The warning beeps of heavy machinery, backing up as they work on a road nearby.
The sound of birds chattering about that person in the pink hat keeping them from the newly filled bird feeders. (The goldfinch was fearless, or very hungry. It disregarded me and ate it’s fill.)
Laughter from women walking on the path to the east of our house.
A plane flying over as it nears the airport.
My ankles popping, when I stand.
I spent about an hour in the herb garden on my hands and knees, weeding. I haven’t even finished one quarter of the path. I’ll be going out for one more hour very shortly, but I wanted to note what a noisy place it turned out to be.
Noise or not, it was peaceful, and I appreciate the sense of accomplishment it gives me.