It’s been a busy week for the coyotes~ I think they’ve woken me up, at some point or another, every night/day this week. This morning it was 5:15 A.M. The sounds they make are so eery and when they catch whatever they’re looking for…I just want to weep for whatever they’ve captured. It’s really bad when it’s bunnies…sorry, y’all…nature can be such a grievous dose of reality.
Moving right along…
I realized this morning that it’s been a very long time since I’ve talked about Laura Ingalls Wilder. Hearing the coyotes ALWAYS makes me think of Laura…you know how I love that girl.
Imagine a flashback wave across the screen…
Whether it’s because the electricity went out or because I’m imagining the warm bricks on my feet~ Pa! Get Out The Fiddle!
Or driving through Missouri and wondering WHO named Smelly Skunk Creek?
And then there’s my favorite~ the Top 10 Similarities between Lori Sabin (that’s me) and Laura Ingalls Wilder~ it really is a Must Read for anyone who wasn’t clear on this subject…
I’m amazed again by the ones who paved the way before me. The brave ones who had to hear coyotes RIGHT OUTSIDE THEIR TENT. The ones who saw berries and decided to give them a try~ before it was worldwide news that you never eat berries you don’t recognize! The ones who had to pound their clothes against a rock to get them clean, one article at a time…oh, how I adore my humongous front-loading washer.
OK, I’m off to heat the kettle and find my bonnet…