I’ve always enjoyed early morning sounds. They mean that night is over, the sun is on its way, a whole, new day opens up before me. Possibilities rise with daybreak.
When I was a child, I awoke to the chunk of wood being poked into a cookstove, the clink of a coffee pot and the sound of bacon sizzling in the frying pan.
Now, I hear cars on the Interstate, a truck shifting gears, the whistle of the train. These are the sounds of a busy town waking up, people going to work or coming home after a night shift, travelers passing through, on their way to other destinations.
But, even nearer are the sounds that spell home for me. In the yard, the early-bird robins and doves announce they are ready for another day of searching for worms and feeding babies. Nemo scratches on the door to tell me he is ready to come inside for breakfast and my coffeepot signals that coffee is ready.
And, of course, I hear the sound of the computer keys as I write another blog post and think about the current Ned mystery, Moonstruck and Murderous. Finished with breakfast, Nemo crunches a bone, another early morning sound I’ve grown used to.
If smiles had sounds, you could have heard me smiling yesterday when my publisher sent a run-down of the final tally for the free By the Fright of the Silvery Moon–723 copies. A fun thing about it is that these were ordered by people here in the states and also in the United Kingdom, Germany, India, Spain, and Japan. Now Ned is a world traveler. Thanks, everyone.
World traveler! How fun! Congratulations!
Your smiling picture makes me think I hear you smiling still! : )
That’s a happy thought, Fran. Thanks for writing. I don’t think I ever saw you when you weren’t smiling. Those luncheons of yours will always make me smile as I remember.
I remember my grandmother cooking with a wood stove. She would send me to the creek/spring to get milk & butter
Thanks for writing, Joy. My grandmother kept her milk and butter in the springhouse too. No electricity in those days at Etta.