"let evening come"

Today is ridiculously peaceful (hallelujah). There is a pile of clean laundry on our bedroom floor, but Harley has taken to sleeping smack in the middle, so I don't have the heart to put the clothes away. Johnny just tested our fireplace (for the first time); we'll be admiring flames on our home turf while we read tonight. I'm also giving thanks for a few more gifts:

-[In the first photo] A short-sleeve "Texas" shirt I purchased (on sale) at Lone Star Music in Gruene. That is what Johnny calls a "hipster" shirt, but I don't care. It looked very "me" when I tried it on, and he thinks it looks cute on me, too - hipster or not.
-[In the second photo] Anniversary gifts from Johnny ~ a Heath Ceramics bud vase! He cut a rose from our front yard today, too. And, he not only gave me Amy Sedaris' book, but another very promising read - Holy Cow: an Indian Adventure by Sarah MacDonald.
Sweet man.

Other than that, I'm waiting for evening, now that I've read Jane Kenyon's beautiful poem:

"Let Evening Come"

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.