Quiet means different things to different people, I'm sure.
Quiet to me, means I can hear the sounds of birds chirping and the trees caressing the gentle winds. Laying my head back against my old wooden rocker, I draw in a deep breath. I hear peace and serenity. Is that possible or is that my abstract mind causing me to drift?
Suddenly the silence is broken.
Quiet does not include the sound of the chain saw I hear in the distance.
The Pres loves any kind of tool that has a motor!
We continue to work here on the yard that isn't...LOL!