I awoke this morning to a soothing sound. Anyone who has spent a night in a canvas tent in the woods knows the sound.
Most of our oak’s leaves have fallen, carpeting the ground in rich burnt sienna. Before dawn raindrops began to fall.
The sound of their striking the crisp, dry leaves is so like one I remember from a youth of camping, scouting, and hiking the Appalachian Trail. In my mind’s eye I could see the green cloth of a tent overhead, hear the raindrops hit the canvas and feel the excitement of a day of discovery with friends and family.
That a simple, natural sound can bring back such pleasant memories is a remarkable gift of Nature.