I set my alarm (Scotland, the Brave) for 4AM…but woke up at 2.
Thursday is my watering day, Midnight till 9AM; and 7pm to Midnight.
I made the Coffee and set to….keeping eyes peeled for the Possum I’ve been after…and, who is after the 3 Lil Red Roosters that disdain proper shelter.
An hour at a time…then moving the sprinkler. By Dawn, I’ll have the Wild Lot soaked. The Rye is sprouting.
Whisper of deep green in this brown land.
To the Café…(a Blue Table, and some chairs, out by the road.Where I drink Tea in the evenings)
Barrio is quiet, save for the dogs, near and far….and the 3 wayward Roosters.
I have disturbed them.
On Sunday mornings (my other watering day), there are Cattle to be heard…all night…from the Stockyards, a mile to the east.
They keep the dogs up and howling…but, tonight, quiet.
The Barrio begins to stir, in another hour.
The rest of the Roosters…mine, and many others…will tune up around then.
Crowing and flapping and jostling.
The Geese are already muttering…they know I’m about.
Ducks can be heard, as well…complaining softly in their hide.
I do most of my work, on these mornings, in the dark.
One of my Psychological Issues with Town Life is feeling Watched.
I have almost always been in the country…and, reason be damned, I cannot shake the feeling. 2 years of observation and insomnia haven’t cured me.
It is partly a likely holdover from the Prowler Problem, out at Mom’s.
One never knew when He would be lurking….and I still have the urge to go about armed.
Unnecessary, now…especially since the Lollo Affair sent that dude into hiding.
Probably a touch of PTSD…to go with my other “issues”.
Too, in the country, I’d likely be Nekkid for this work.Ha!
I’ll spend the rest of the day napping, and Willing the Rye to Grow….perhaps I can be Painless enough to do the Pantry. Inventory, et cetera.
I used to love the Fall of the year…now, the Fronts lay me out.
I can smell it…the change in the season…a mere suggestion of Chill, although it’s almost 80 degrees.
A “mild” Winter is forecast.
And Summer’s stars are gone, by this time of the morning.