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By: Jim Fitzpatrick |
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Email: jim@nunica.com |
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Local Farmer in Polkton Township writes for the Coopersville Observer. |
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Along Brandy Creek By Jim Fitzpatrick
The Coopersville Observer September, 6 2004- - No. 36 |
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The weather lady on the radio has predicted rain in her forecast for the late evening hours. Darkness is coming on early tonight under a heavily overcast sky. The night air feels cool and fresh as the wind swirls through the maples in the yard. The birdsongs of evening have ended. As the last light of the day fades into the night time, a pleasant stillness replaces the wind noises. Not a cricket or a tree toad can be heard tonight. The quiet lingers on into the darkness. And then - the call of the owl in the woods to the north, for an instant the stillness is broken. Once again all is quiet and calm, the dark of the night fills every space.
A few drops of rain patter down upon the lilac leaves in the bush near the corner of the house. The side walk is soon speckled by the few but large silvery drops glistening in the darkness. Then the rain stops. A breeze wisps across the lawn, then none at all. The couple sitting near the side door leaves their porch swing behind and enters the house without a word to one another. Again, more rain in the air. As they and their children sleep, the rains will drench the land; freshen the corn, soybean and hay fields, turn the lawn a greener green. For a time, a slow drizzle, then the constant down pour that will go on through most of the night. What will that small owl think of it all? |
