leading to a dark and stormy day. THAT in turn, led to a dark, rainy, foggy night. The semi’s could be heard on the four-lanes a couple miles away, as the crow flies. Occasionally, a distant car would come into hearing and grow louder as it neared the house and then passed on the country road a couple hundred feet away. The pooch and I were at our stations on the porch, listening for whatever we could hear, but there wasn’t much to be heard. One jet made quite an uproar as it climbed into the sky five miles away at the “regional” airport. It USED to be called the “county” airport, until they decided to make the nearly abandoned facility sound more important.
For the second night, the mouthy mockingbird at the far end of the lawn was silent. I hope it’s only that the rain has dampened his spirits, and not that something has had him for lunch. There are only two sounds of nature here tonight—the sound of gently falling rain, and calling of two or three tree-frogs near my neighbor’s home, a short distance to the south. Their carryings-on more than makes up for the silence of the mockingbird. As usual, my lonely wife eventually comes to the door professing concern for our safety, so we rejoin her in the TV room—until next time. © 2016