I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees

We're listening to Don Williams and getting ready for church. Bud is ironing and I'm painting my toenails. Copper looks up at me from the carpet with a look on his face like, "what? just chillin mama," My coffee is still warm next to me. It is cloudy outside and the big picture window lets in the cozy feeling. Leave it. Just like this.