It was a hectic weekend, and when over, DH had sold two more horse trailers. That leaves two out in the yard, and those could be gone soon too.

I will write a lengthy entry tonight, if possible. But I wanted to post this poem that captures EXACTLY my feelings about war and humanity in general:

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

--Sara Teasdale