I'm too tired to work on my projects...blah. Get it.
Maybe I should take a seat in the garage, raise the door and sit and just listen, perhaps the owls will sing, one to the other. If I'm lucky there will be a salt marsh breeze off the river with the scent of mud and marsh grass and fiddler crabs. Maybe a stray raccoon will amble inside and keep me company; it happens, they beg for food. There's a chance a possum will join them...I have hand fed a possum. It was little and took the food delicately from my fingertip as if a gift from angels.
Here I sit with the smell of turpentine and distilled alcohol. It's warm out here under the oaks and the stars bright. Spring in Florida. Next weekend I will sit next to a fire truly under the stars and if I'm lucky I will hear the song of whippoorwills and coyotes and watch deer feed by headlight. If God is good He'll provide rain which will dance a magic tune on the old metal roof of our bunkhouse and I'll sleep as if death has taken me. Rainfall on a tin roof should only be experienced by those appreciative of the Lord's wonderful outdoors.
Others will sit about the fire. My friends. Good men. We'll talk well into the night...cigars will glow after a good oak grilled chunk of beef. Steaks fit for men. Coffee, always. Gentle talk, as is fit for the quiet of the woods. I will sit quietly, as is my way, and listen to these men of leather and iron. I'll listen as they clear their throats and sip the coffee and lie about adventures so many years in the past, and true tails of world traveled weary men in service to our country. I'll listen with half an ear but my vision will be captured by that night sky from where I sit in my chair under the pines and oaks, and I may even drift quietly out into the darkness to the waters edge and lose myself and escape this world of blah.
Stephen
The greenies have it all wrong, wood smoke, starlight, and good friends provide much clean energy battery recharging.
ReplyDeleteFact indeed, my friend. It's the quiet for me.
DeleteWe all need to just escape now and then. Sometimes it is the only cure for the blahs.
ReplyDeleteYes it is, my dear friend. And we so seldom escape these days.
DeleteEnjoy the night, for tomorrow we here,will be butt deep in snow yet again. Its been a rough week for me. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAh, Florida. Enjoy the snow, Rob.
DeleteEnjoy those times, they are precious...
ReplyDeleteAnd far and few between...thanks, my friend.
DeleteWhen you ramble, you get poetic. No problem, as far as I'm concerned. And I miss rain on a tin roof. Best. Sleeping. EVER.
ReplyDeleteMakes a person wonder why in the world our country went to asphalt shingles for roofing material. Thanks, my friend.
DeleteManly Wade Wellman wrote a story about a place where owls hoot in the daytime and they keep possums for yard dogs. It's one of his wonderful stories of Silver John.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link, Bob...take care.
DeleteSounds as if your spirit is going to get renewed. Enjoy your time with your friends. Times like that is far and few between.
ReplyDeleteYes, my dear, they are....thank you.
Deleteyou'll have a wonderful time out with your good buddies and the blahs will be erased. i have never slept with rain bouncing off a tin roof - i imagine it must sound like music. i do love sleeping in a tent with the rain coming down. i also like dancing in the rain.
ReplyDeleteyour friend,
kymber
You poor lady you...rush out and find a sheet of tin and prop it on a sawhorse (ask Jamie) and wait for rain. It'll be worth it. Hurry.
DeleteRain on a tin roof....ah the memories ....enjoy :))
ReplyDeleteIf I'm lucky I get to sleep under a tin roof with rain twice a year...timing is everything. Thanks, my nice friend.
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