Every night out here, the coyotes howl out original blues licks. Indeed, it’s THE BLUES.

The hen-laying chickens up in the chicken coop cluck away (loudly) all day, and then make that special noise when they’re roosting at night. It’s all the country licks you’ve heard all your life – from fiddles to ‘chicken pickin’ Telecaster licks. COUNTRY MUSIC.

The train rolls by a couple of miles away. I love trains. Somehow it’s different out here in the country. For one thing, they are moving fast. Nothing to slow them down. The earth shakes with their powerful groove on the tracks. Every now and then (if you’re lucky), the horns blow. ROCK AND ROLL.

Wind through the trees. The trees themselves – lush and thick where you can’t even see down into the creek, or bare and naked in the wintertime. The amazing sky – bluer than blue, or dark with storms rolling in. And the storms! Rain, hail, tornados, snow, and ice. The moon – unbelievable sometimes… and then the moonless sky filled with stars that you just can’t see in the city. Redbirds, bluebirds, doves, sparrows, robins, mighty owls, hawks, crows, and yes… the giant full tilt Stephen King turkey-vultures circling overhead. GOSPEL is all around us.

[that was a bit on the hokey side... but true]