The Trike Ride on an October Morn

If

there is even a chance of a sprinkle

or the wind is blowing

or it might be cold,

Eddy declares it unfit for triking

and refuses to leave the comfort of his room.

I coax and cajole

until he finally bundles up in a 

winter coat and gloves and heads out.

 Oh. Oh.

Clouds hanging flat over the mountains.

A sure sign of East Winds.

 I was so intrigued with the clouds
hanging low and flat over the mountains that

I took 25 pictures of them

and couldn't stand to erase even one.

 Do the clouds think they are mountains?

 and other things

 My Daddy was a sheepman

so these scenes of sheepwagons

and equipment 

fill me with nostalgia,

especially when the sheep are in town.