Arriving for the weekend

Mom and I arrived at my sister's place around 5:30 in the evening. The trip was rain free and mom had brought the carrot cake here for Glendon's birthday. My sister got a pretty nice day according to the weather. It wasn't raining or lighting or any twisters in the area. The dogs greeted mom and I. The turkey chimed in right behind Glendon. The chimes were singing softly in the wind. Mom and my sister Glendon were in deep conversation which I had decided not to participate. I am here on the computer giving a report on what it was like to travel from New Smyrna Beach through the Ocala National Forrest to my sister's place on the outskirts of Williston. The sun has a nice soft glow on the wooden door. My sister has something cooking in the crock pot. I would venture to guess it was bean soup. At least, it smells like bean soup. Every animal has it's role on the farm and Glendon is like the head conductor of an orchestra of animal behavior. Speaking of music, I was listening to Bocelli and Pavarotti before daylight with my morning cup of coffee. I was getting into the feel of the music. This evening the music is the soft chirping noises coming from Hillary the female turkey. Mom and I passed one accident in the forrest. There were lots of police cars and one abandoned truck in the woods. I was glad to keep going and reach our destination here in Williston.