I admit I gaze at the sky much too often. I don't think the farmer really understands or finds the same fascination as I do. He tolerates it when I tell him to look at the beauty, shaking his head up and down like a bobble doll and placating me with "yes dears". I suppose that is what he sees and hears from me when he is all revved up about football games. Actually to clarify that, I don't even think I bobble my head and say "yes dear". Phhhhssssh! I am a baaad wife.