Brandy Hileman

The Wonder of Wool

I wake up early and head into the kitchen and fill the teapot with water to make coffee, letting it warm I look out the kitchen window to the misty, foggy morning across the pasture. The serenity of the meadow with the fog and peacefulness I see out there sends me into a trance. The soft whistle of the teapot pulls me out of me revere and I pull it off the burner, quick to grab it before it screams like a banshee, no one likes the scream of a banshee especially first thing in the morning. The sun rises higher and the rooster crows his welcome to the world. Such an easy job my rooster has, but even he cant get it right, crowing all day instead of just the morning hours. He feels the need to strut all day about it.