COUNTRY ECHOES


| September/October 1964



A pleasant afternoon in May has completely captivated me. I am sitting quite comfortably on a pile of new lumber, out in back of the barn. We are doing some needed remodeling and the lumber has been here for some time. Ah! That piney smell! It brings back memories of vacations in pine woods, a brand new cabin we stayed in one night, and some mountains we climbed in Glacier National Park last summer.

Under the circumstances I'm sorry I didn't hunt up this spot before. Yes there are even hints of Christmas trees in this clean fragrance, but a cabin among pine trees, with a clear air all around would suit me anytime and NO CATS.

Change of locality Mary and I have come to our farm pond. She has taken off her tennis shoes and is attempting retrieval of the poor old sinking rowboat. Here we find just plain old summer smells water, fish, and the sand beach which we have on one end, and also NO CATS.

Now Mary is getting some trout chow. Ah! The colorful fish are leaping way out of the water in rain bowed joy and appreciation. The Head of the Family has now joined us and he and Mary have tipped the water out of the boat and she has it out on the pond. Mother like, I wonder at the wisdom of it. Father is fixing a screen across the overflow as heavy rains brought the water to almost overflow level. The drainage tile water is being pumped into it from the pump bay. Things are looking up at Lake Almae.

Mary has returned with almost as much water in her conveyance as she had before they tipped it over. The truth is, we need a new boat, but NO MORE CATS.

Onto more fragrance and beauty also. Whatever could smell as fresh as a woodland in the spring? Violets are daintily blossoming under foot and not a mosquito to molest my enjoyment. Someone has parked the aging side delivery rake in an open spot here in the woodlot. A shooting star has pushed its blossom up through the rusty tines. The high metal seat makes an excellent perch for me and my writing-pad. Some ambitious bird is chitchatting away merrily up over my head. I can't determine what kind he or she is. Anyway her music is downright cheerful. I will assume only females trill like that.