It is a rare treat to be in the Memorial Garden at sunset.
After the feeders leave, a hush falls over the entire rescue as pups – exhausted from a day of play – bed down with full bellies for the night.
“Slowly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon, like a magician, extended his golden wand o’er the landscape.” ~ Longfellow
Instead of dogs barking, the air is full of the sounds of birds chirping, bees buzzing,
and wings fluttering while everyone gathers their own evening meal.
Bunnies come out of hiding and watch with curiosity as I go about my weeding and dead-heading; and you get the sense that eyes are upon you from everywhere.
Our president and co-founder owns and lives on the property that she and her husband purchased and lease to Homeward Bound. They moved to the county when their suburban house outgrew their rescue dream.
She told me once that the minute she laid eyes on what was then a barren field with only a house and barn – she knew she was home.
What has been built for the dogs is nothing short of a miracle requiring many hands and able bodies.
And yet, the best part of the day is when all the volunteers go home and quiet falls over the property like a blanket as the sun lowers on the horizon.
A perfect place to call home for those who are homeward bound.