Chuck-Will's-Widow

The rain came again last night to our spot in the Texas Hill Country. Gypsy and I went to sleep with the gentle rain drops playing their song for us on our metal roof. We were up before sunrise. Gypsy makes a strange, squeeky, high pitched sound when she wants to go outdoors. It never fails to get me out of bed. How awful would it be when nature calls, not be able to go because you are not outside? Dogs don't like to soil their living area. So, we are outside in the dark. My second whip cream laced expresso is disappearing. The air is cool and damp on the cabin porch this morning. There is a candle burning in the small lantern on the table next to me. The flickering light from the candle dances around the porch. Gypsy comes up the two stone steps to the porch and starts to hunt for the biscuits I have hidden for her. An hour has passed. Suddenly, a bird calls. It is a Chuck-Will's-Widow. A first for the cabin. We are thankful for it's visit. What a treat! The black lace of the tree branches and leaves is just beginning to be highlighted against the pale pink and blue morning sky. Twilight has come to the cabin. The sky is clear. We will see the sunrise. Gypsy and I move inside the cabin. She takes a nap. I sit down at my old desk, next to the wood trimmed cabin window to write. As I look out the window, I see the woods sparkling from the sunlight reflecting off the moisture from the rain. It is beautiful. This moisture on the leaves shines like stars and sparkles as the breeze moves the leaves to and fro. Some leaves look like flashing, yellow, traffic lights. You can see the foggy, moisture laden rays of the sun as they find their way through the trees. The cobwebs are outlined by the silver moisture. A wet bug skitters through suns rays. The long, green grass has the look of a Winter frost. Drops of moisture drip from the trees shinning like stars. The woods is at work. Gypsy is outside again chasing squirrels. She wants one real bad. This will never happen unless the squirrel has a heart attack. Rhubarb and Al were here this morning. Jane Doe has only come to the feeding area twice. Don't use your well house for storage. (Cabin Hill Country Wisdom) Cara