Sitting on the porch in the pre-dawn, sipping on my coffee and listening to the world wake up. A rooster crows in the distance while much closer the crickets and cicadas rival each other for noise. A large spider hangs on his web outside of the porch, seemingly weightless, hovering in mid-air. A bob white calls from a field not far from here. The answer comes from what sounds like a lot farther away. There is a white haze, almost a fog but not quite, over the pasture across the road. The sun is just beginning to break over the horizon, and I remember it is supposed to be 103* here today. As a cow makes a warbly, weird bellow nearby, I wonder how the animals can bear this, day after day, yet they do. No choice, I guess. Another sip of coffee, time to get this day going…..
Hang On A Minute..... 