Throughout the night, leaves have been falling and rest gently on the milk house roof and tractor hood. The two children have begun their morning chores. Suddenly, the still air is broken as five mallards wing low through the trees. In startled surprise, the children and pets look up to catch a fleeting glance. In a morning blink, all is again silent and the business of the day will continue. Only the windmill's rotating squeak is heard as water cools the fresh milk stored in the pump house. On the porch, cats wait patiently to enjoy any spillage. The artist remembers this idyllic scene from visits to his uncle's farm. "I was just a small boy then," he comments. "It was a wondrous time of day and, I think, God is very close on a morning like this."