by cheri block
The sounds of the quail call-calling from under the oaks seemed louder this morning.
The abbreviated shrieks of the red-tail hawk returning to her nest secure in our pine tree amplified the woods.
Even the rabble-gobble of the wild turkeys in the dry leaf duff demanded my attention.
It’s spring here at the Rancho.
And despite the 40-degree low last night, the snapdragon reach skyward in search of sun.
Surprisingly, even with nature’s melodies and watercolors entertaining the senses, this morning I covered my ears with my headset, grabbed my iPod, shaded my eyes with rose-colored sunglasses and my head with a floppy kayaking hat and headed up the road, yellow dog still tugging at the leash.
By the way, did I tell you the road is steep?
What to play?
Power walking up such an incline takes stamina and a melody worthy of the effort.
You might be surprised by my musical selections.
How to replace the quail’s concern? Riders in the Sky by Sons of the Pioneers.
How to replace the hawk’s industriousness? Pride and Joy by Stevie Ray Vaughan.
How to replace the sheer volume of turkey-ness? Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash.
On the way down the road for the cool down? Butterfly Lovers, one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever composed.