Evening in the Tee-Tiny Kitchen.

Two walks yesterday, and my gentleman companions are tired. We walked at Edwin Warner Park looking for wildflowers, then around the apartments last evening to see if we could hear the Spring Peeper frogs singing from the damp places. The flowers we found. The peepers, if there were any, were drowned out by the humming of heat pumps on a chill evening. And by the traffic on Highway 100 and the Lifeflight helicopters overhead. How far must we go in this world to get away from the sounds of our machines?