Clog-wife and I walked our two corgis before sunrise on this last Saturday of Autumn.
A soft rain came this morning just before first light, pattering on the unraked red oak leaves and gently drumming on the tin roof of Clog-house Est. 1935. The wife went back to bed, the dogs settled into drowsy silence and I had the calm and quiet world to myself. Rather than retire and nap until breakfast, I chose to take advantage of the peacefulness and spend time on the screened porch listening to the first stirrings of the birds and other creatures, and quietly intoning some of my tunes on the fiddle.
Gordon Lightfoot must have spent some days contemplating an early morning rain.
fiddle tunes, morning rain, first light, Gordon Lightfoot, corgi
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