Friday, June 30

Rain on the mountain...

Rain on the mountain…

I woke up this morning with my head in the clouds. The background soundtrack of the day is water dripping all around. Is it raining? I don’t think so, but it could be… It’s more like the water in the clouds is coating the leaves and when the breeze blows it drips. Every once and awhile, the clouds open just a little and the shadow of the next ridge shows through like a ghost of itself.

Off in the distance I hear the drumming of a woodpecker. Most likely it’s the pileated we heard on our first day. I’ve also been listening to a couple of what sounds like chickadees, one on each side of the cabin for awhile now. And there… Off in the distance, the plaintive sound of a mourning dove.

Ok, now there can be no doubt… It’s raining.

Now, as much as I would like to sit and muse away the day… Breakfast has my name on it… once I cook it that is.

Gary Boyd