I haven’t finished my first cup of Folgers yet so my thoughts are understandably muddled, sort of here and there and nowhere in particular. Continuing the weather story from yesterday–the temperature kept dropping and dropping. Wind blew, sailing colored leaves like air-born boats before it. Cold! No rain, though. If some had planned to head our way, it changed its mind. The thermometer says it’s twenty-nine degrees and I believe it. Pretty nippy. My niece in Colorado and my brother in Minnesota have snow. That would help soften the landscape; however, snow on top of all these autumn leaves would look strange.
Skipping from thoughts of weather to chickens. Yes, chickens! Trucks loaded with the hapless birds come through regularly. I’m always sorry for them and devise little stories of setting them free. Maybe I’d be stuck in a traffic jam with a chicken truck parked alongside. The side covering would have jarred loose needing only a hefty tug to lift it. Slipping out of my car, I’d raise the side of the truck, spring open all the cages I could reach, and open their doors. “Fly!” I’d yell. “Run. You’re free.”
That never happens and the chickens continue to their dismal destination. It is a dumb-cluck story and the actual ending is a fowl one.
This weather inspired me to set the new Ned McNeil book in an Oklahoma autumn. Only, in Fright of the Silvery Moon, Ned experiences a cold, rainy, stormy fall. Foggy too. Fog is a big factor. Ned’s old house holds a secret. Ned has no idea it even has a secret but someone does, and will stop at nothing to uncover it.
So, there you have my muddled morning meanderings. From the weather to chickens and heroic thoughts to my newest mystery. It is evident that I need two or three more cups of Folgers to clear the cobwebs. I wish for you a happy morning and Saturday, much joy and gladness, and blessings that fall around you like the autumn leaves.
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